So Everyone thinks its pretty funny that my name is Hunter and yes I do hunt (poorly). Opening weekend of Rifle season is big in the Karnedy family. I drove home Thursday after class, trained at home friday and drove up to Burke. On my way up 91 the Golf decides that it wants to be heard and my mid pipe on my exhaust snaps right before the pre muffler. Running straight off the headers my car sounded like it was from Mad Max, I mean I love loud cars, LOVE them, but after about a half hour of ear shattering backfires and my ears bleeding when I mashed the throttle it got old. It did make for a grand entrance into deer camp I got settled in and chilled with the insane Karnedy posse. Opening morning I remembered why I had taken a little break for deer hunting. First off its early as hell, I mean it was still dark out, that early. Number two its cold as balls. These things make me angry and I had no stand to hunt so I just wandered out looking for a place to take a nap. Then these Doe decide to ruin my nap and get me all excited thinking that I Buck was pushing them into my clearing. To make a long story short I didn't see another damn thing all weekend, didn't train as much as I wanted (it was a recovery week though which worked out real well) and all I got was cold and bored.
What did I learn from this?
-I should stick to skiing.
-I have no patience.
-Gloves are important for staying warm, I should bring these hunting.
-My brother is better than me in the woods. A LOT better.
-Again I should stick to skiing.
Intervals on the track this afternoon. Back home for Thanksgiving as soon as tomorrow. The team minus me was going to West Yellowstone but might not now, maybe following them if they go to Canada.
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