Written: 11/02/2008 09:28 by: hogkiller View

The constant cracking of a hammer against wood and the occasional squeel of a cirqular saw put me in the douldrums.  I tied a 12 gauge and backpack to the front of the fourwheeler, strapped my 7 mag to my back and fired it up.  My mission for that evening was to get to a stand that I haven't hunted...