They proceeded to rip through my Simms G3s and grab hold of my leg. Needless to say, after some tailgate doctoring, my wife and I decided it would be best to head home.
The worst part of the trip...not being able to fish. What a jip.
--mt
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Ruff Time on the Gunny.
While walking a brushy trail to scout the Gunnison River downstream from Almont, I was rudely greeted by two off-leash German Shepards whom I apparently spooked.
They proceeded to rip through my Simms G3s and grab hold of my leg. Needless to say, after some tailgate doctoring, my wife and I decided it would be best to head home.
The worst part of the trip...not being able to fish. What a jip.
--mt
They proceeded to rip through my Simms G3s and grab hold of my leg. Needless to say, after some tailgate doctoring, my wife and I decided it would be best to head home.
The worst part of the trip...not being able to fish. What a jip.
--mt
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