Hurry, hurry, hurry, oops too late…

I was always in a hurry it seemed.

Always trying to catch up or do things that should have been done yesterday.

My Dad said I always worked like I was killing snakes, I said I had good teachers.

One particular day I was in a big hurry and needed to clean out my pickup so I could…

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Pete the babysitter..

My first trip to the Bitterroot Mountains to hunt was when I was 6 or 7. My Dad took us along with our 22 rifles and our enthusiasm.
He of course wanted to hunt with his pals and anyone who ever hunted elk in the High Country knows you don’t take two little boys in the wilderness with you. So what to do?,,,

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