The clouds were beginning to burn off as I rolled out of my sleeping bag with the smell of sausage and the sound of crackling bacon grease on the BBQ. A friend was up with the rising sun preparing some breakfast protein for our upcoming hike through the forest. One of us is still in the tent as breakfast is forked onto paper plates. Instead of waking him up the polite way that same friend who cooked the food grabs his rifle deom a duffle of camping hiking gear and fires down range to a stump target. The explosion wakes him up.
Outdoor camping gear secured in the trucks, we hit the trail. Actually, it is more of just open wooded terrain. We’re making our own trail. Down a valley littered with tree stumps, dead branches and green grass.We leave bright red markers on random trees to avoid any return confusion. Coming up over a hill, no more then 50 yards away a wiry light brown Coyote raises his snout towards us. We pause and the coyote sniffs the air before leaping through a prickly patch of thorns. Outdoor camping makes a lot of sense in moments like this.
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The clouds were beginning to burn off as I rolled out of my sleeping bag with the smell of sausage and the sound of crackling bacon grease on the BBQ. A friend was up with the rising sun preparing some breakfast protein for our upcoming hike through the forest. One of us is still in the tent as breakfast is forked onto paper plates. Instead of waking him up the polite way that same friend who cooked the food grabs his rifle deom a duffle of camping hiking gear and fires down range to a stump target. The explosion wakes him up.
