That's crazy you could find that wallet.
One year deer hunting, I took a shot on a doe at about 100yds down a steady drawn hill. She was in tail with two others. To my surprise, she turn and bolted straight toward me. She got all of ten feet from me before she realized what she was running toward, and fell over DRT. Saved me all the effort of fighting that hill. I never took more than five or six steps from where I fired to start dressing her.
On another occasion hunting in the southern ridges of Colorado, I made it my mission to see as much of that country as I could. I hiked as far as my legs would take me off the trails to try and touch ground that hadn't been touched by anyone else. Off in the middle of nowhere as I felt accomplished, I look up and see a name carved into an aspen tree. That spoiled my thoughts of being in uncharted territory, but the name was familiar to me. I thought, what are the odds. Later on after that hunt, I was in conversation with that person. I told him about the name in the aspen tree in the middle of nowhere.
Turns out he was in that specific region of southern Colorado with the Cub Scouts, and on a hefty hike off trail, he carved his name into an aspen tree.
I have always been dumbfounded by the idea of finding that tree. It's over half way across the country from where we live.
One year deer hunting, I took a shot on a doe at about 100yds down a steady drawn hill. She was in tail with two others. To my surprise, she turn and bolted straight toward me. She got all of ten feet from me before she realized what she was running toward, and fell over DRT. Saved me all the effort of fighting that hill. I never took more than five or six steps from where I fired to start dressing her.
On another occasion hunting in the southern ridges of Colorado, I made it my mission to see as much of that country as I could. I hiked as far as my legs would take me off the trails to try and touch ground that hadn't been touched by anyone else. Off in the middle of nowhere as I felt accomplished, I look up and see a name carved into an aspen tree. That spoiled my thoughts of being in uncharted territory, but the name was familiar to me. I thought, what are the odds. Later on after that hunt, I was in conversation with that person. I told him about the name in the aspen tree in the middle of nowhere.
Turns out he was in that specific region of southern Colorado with the Cub Scouts, and on a hefty hike off trail, he carved his name into an aspen tree.
I have always been dumbfounded by the idea of finding that tree. It's over half way across the country from where we live.