- Jul 29, 2014
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Had a guy one time cut the hell out of his thumb in a big field one night, I had a first aid kit in the truck and had to run out and get it. (the truck) so we tied it shut with whatever we could get off his sleeve until I got to him.
It was like 12 or 14 stitches he got over at the Hospital in Cambridge that night and i think it was opening day but he was there for a week hunting from Baltimore and it ruined his whole trip.
I used to stash stuff in the woods when I was younger, in a polyethylene bag. Usually like a road flare, a jar of cold packed meat
some 3/8 rope trail markers stick matches and those little foil blankets. A cheap Chinese hatchet. If you shot something decent heavy plastic sheeting made for an easier drag.
Now you can just call it in, quarter cape and pack out with a frame. Or get the boys to do it. Thats what they're for right? I don't even think I could run across that old field anymore. This was pre four wheeler and cellphone. I don't know how we survived.
I only go about a mile in at the Marsh anymore at tops, about a hundred yards to where the phrag starts and maybe not even that much this year.
Getting tired of it I guess.
...or smarter.