fatbastard

Yeah, rumor has it the north end is locked up pretty good. pm sent too.

If you saw a fat bastard climbing a mountain and said to yourself "only an idiot would go up there", then you saw me. I walked away from the rig at 0500. I saw quite a few sets of lights come up the road behind us. I thought we might have shown up in time to get the spot I wanted, wrong. I got to the place I wanted to head out from and saw a truck parked there, so I went the opposite way. I could see the roads from where I was and saw lots of vehicles, but I never saw anyone walking. I only talked to one person the rest of the day, an older guy in a white Chevy with his wife. I was sitting by the road resting my puppies and he pulled up. I told him I spied a few in that "saddle up yonder". He looked where I was pointing and said " there was a day when they would not have been safe. I think they are safe today" What were you driving, and when did you guys pop that buck? You may have seen my dad, he was "patrolling" the road on his quad and, apparently bs ing every chance he got.

34B for me and my dad. Hope to not see you all there Good luck to all.

Not too weird, I imagine you guys see stuff like this all the time. I was making my way down to a waterhole around Bitter creek in 28 close to the NM border. I hear a quad coming up the road below. I was thinking"dang, I just spent half the day walking to get here the hard way and he comes waltzing up the easy way" I don't like being seen, so I sit down in a rock outcropping to watch him go by. He stops right in front of me, pulls out a tootsie pop and THROWS THE WRAPPER ON THE GROUND. He takes a few licks and putters on up the road, did not even check the water hole. I march down the hill, pick up his trash and leave two size 15 footprints over his tracks. The road dead ends, so I know he is coming back, not that he would notice someone cleaned up after him and was watching him anyway I was hoping to shame him a little at least. I carry on down to the water, see tracks and notice a real nice hide due south. Jumped a nice muley out of the hide and popped him as he checked his backtrail at the nearest saddle. Never saw ole litterbug again. Felt like the good guy won that one.