Opening day 1997, after busting my arse for an hour before dawn to get hiked in past the gate and getting to the draw I wanted to glass when daylight just broke, I hear this mosquito sound. Louder, louder, when finally he comes around the ridge on an old-school Honda 50, followed by a second. I was pissed, man. PISSED. I was set up to glass, they went right below me, never knew I was there. Hit the trail at the bottom of the draw and dissappeared up the hill, blowing every damn deer out of that draw.
Found their camp that night, and after stewing all day about that, I let them have it. Lots of jawing going on, ended with one guy motioned like he was gonna grab his gun, and my buddy saying it ain't worth it and I left saying that "Karma is a BITCH!"
I won't say what "Karma" did, but if one of you dumb suns-a-bitches that were on those Hondas are reading this, you know who you are, and you know what "Karma" did, and you got what you deserved. Boundary Mountain, 1997. And "Karma" would do it again, too. In fact, "Karma" is a downright nasty *censored* about that kind of stuff, and "Karma" is sure going to be looking for a camo'd out 2008-and-up Kawasaki KLR.
These guys have no respect, are just out for #1, to hell with everybody else. I say, to hell with them. I would be all about SSS here, but the bike is too big... but, hey, *censored*Bag is bringing his own shovel, so...
