Returning from a antelope hunt from Monata last year, 2 pards and I stop in at Joshes place. I start questioning him about Kevin, my wifes guide. He says, ohh, Kevins up NWT's on a Stone sheep/Muskox hunt, he's a huntin SOB, killed 8 spikes where I'm puttin you and your wife. Cool... Dude must be doin real good, being a corrections officer going on those kinda hunts I think to myself."I'm also a C.O." Fast forward to the day before our hunt. "Me" So how'd the sheep hunt go? Kevin, wierd look on his face, sheep hunt? Ya, your sheep hunt, how'd it go? I can't afford to go on a sheep hunt, who told you that? "me" Josh, another wierd look.
So Kevin, you've killed 8 spikes up here huh? Another wierd look, who told you that, I've killed 3.
I could go on and on, don't forget, BlueMtn boys, 2 days before the hunt, we drank a 1/2 gallon of Pendelton with ol Josh, you know the old saying..... I could go on and on with the bullschitt he baffled me with, but I don't want to feel any stupider than I allready do for believeing what I did... Later boys