We are all most packed. A 30' Raptor Toy Hauler, my Polaris Big Boss and the wife's Polaris Razor, you name it, we got it.
The "kitchen sink" is in there some where , but it is buried under all the stuff. It is painfully obvious to me we have passed from being true hunters to, lets get get comfortable and stay that way hunters.
Years ago every thing fit into a back pack or our 17' canoe. We were much younger and more physically capable then. I guess it is inevitable as we are in our mid to late 60's. But, we still yearn for frosty mornings and a freezer full of wild game.
I am very optimistic though. We have almost 3 weeks to make some thing happen. We have prepped as much as possible and know where we are going and eventually we will bump into some thing.
Most importantly, we said our prayers for safety and success if the Lord has that in store for us.
I can smell the bacon and coffee and the fresh doughnuts my wife made are calling me. Moose and caribou, ya better hide!