A few weeks before packing in for my hunt, I had hurt my lower back, which stems from an old injury. It plagues me with excruciating pain and limits my mobility. Leading up to my hunt, many people prayed for me that my back would heal in time. I will never underestimate the power of prayer and faith because my back slowly improved. I was so thankful for the slight improvement because I had put in so much effort and preparation for this moment, not to mention I had friends who had committed time off work to help and a camera guy coming in from another state. My brother-in-law offered to pack in a day earlier, to get some of my dad's stuff in, get our camp set, and pack in some extra water. I have more to mention about the water later in my story. Not feeling 100% with my back, I called my brother and asked if he would be willing to help carry half of my stuff in for me, and I was delighted when he didn't hesitate with “I got you brother”.
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