So this Saturday I'm gonna pony up about a $ GRAND $ to fly over to the Alaska Peninsula to hunt brown bears...
Meanwhile, these brown bears dine at the Pimp'd Keg Diner!
The two cubs and sow ran me back into my stand at dark the other night as I was leaving. It was Mother's day and they brought Mom for dinner at my keg right at dark.
I was out of the tree as they came in. I drew my sidearm and flew back up the ladder without touching the rungs. Mom was extremely pizzed that I was the cook that night and after much debate, she got her kids and left the diner ANGRY.
The one boar is a HHHHHOOOOOGGGGG. Can't shoot him, of course, so I'm gonna travel halfway across the state to shoot his smaller cousin.