Went out into the woods with my cousin. Did some shootin', looked at nature, got alittle exercise. On the way back, we ran into a big mess of bear scat. Fresh too. Heard something in the distance and got moving.
I handed him an extra mag, shouldered my old lever rifle and unholstered my magnum. We made a beeline for this large boulder and clambered up it. We waited up there for awhile. It was nice though. The wind was blowing through the woods and lots of leaves were falling, but sometimes it made it hard to hear. When we felt confident the coast was reasonably clear, we climbed down and got outta dodge. I stepped in the bear sh*t though.
