Into the Wild, and Back Again...

...So we hopped in the car, with the spontaneous notion in mind that we were going to head north, shoot some clays, and call it a day. Everything went well. The ride was smooth. We got there, put on our trekking boots, grabbed the gun, and even a hand axe, as we had hoped to make a small fire. It was but a grasp away, and then, as we entered the trail and into the woods, the mosquitoes came...

Mosquitoes... everywhere - to the point where we had to turn back and go home.

Yep. That's what happens when you pack everything and forget about mosquito repellent in the summer. They ruined it. No shooting. We'll be back though, and we won't forget the repellent this time.

(I counted 19 bites all over my body, and there may be more - I just don't know it yet).

The massacre didn't stop us from taking a quick photo in the woods (though this picture was extremely hard to take).