splatek
UAEC
Power went out at the house leaving me with no internet and thank goodness, because I needed a day in the woods.
Drove up to the hills, ready to check cams and catch some wild trout.
First cam is about 1.5 miles from the truck. I get in there and ... it's been eaten by a bear. OK, this is fairly common, so I grab it and move on. Second, cam is about a mile or two away. Get there, forgot where I put it, then I find it, facing the wrong way on the tree so I think bear again. DANG. Nope, human. Jerks took my SD card. Man, if there is one type of person I detest most it's thieves. But freeloading lazy thieves, !!!!!
OK, into the truck, to a different location. This one is about .75 miles from the truck. I get to the area... looking, looking. Check my map on the gps. This was the first time I tried the handheld instead of the iphone app (actually left the phone in the car because charger wasn't working) so I thought maybe the waypoint was off. Nope. There it was. Or what was left of it. Appeared to have been shot by what I can only imagine was a shotgun. It was obliterated.
With the score 0-3 against me I decide to simply walk down the ridge to the creek; it's one of my favorite drainages, even though it does not hold brook trout. Take off my pack and my collapsible rod is gone. I found it broken in half on the trail back to the truck - I guess I unknowingly snagged it on an overhang or something.
I guess the universe was telling me I should've stayed home today.
Drove up to the hills, ready to check cams and catch some wild trout.
First cam is about 1.5 miles from the truck. I get in there and ... it's been eaten by a bear. OK, this is fairly common, so I grab it and move on. Second, cam is about a mile or two away. Get there, forgot where I put it, then I find it, facing the wrong way on the tree so I think bear again. DANG. Nope, human. Jerks took my SD card. Man, if there is one type of person I detest most it's thieves. But freeloading lazy thieves, !!!!!
OK, into the truck, to a different location. This one is about .75 miles from the truck. I get to the area... looking, looking. Check my map on the gps. This was the first time I tried the handheld instead of the iphone app (actually left the phone in the car because charger wasn't working) so I thought maybe the waypoint was off. Nope. There it was. Or what was left of it. Appeared to have been shot by what I can only imagine was a shotgun. It was obliterated.
With the score 0-3 against me I decide to simply walk down the ridge to the creek; it's one of my favorite drainages, even though it does not hold brook trout. Take off my pack and my collapsible rod is gone. I found it broken in half on the trail back to the truck - I guess I unknowingly snagged it on an overhang or something.
I guess the universe was telling me I should've stayed home today.