When I think back on the chioces I made between the ages of 17-22 regarding cars, booze and putting my dick in crazy; I wonder how close I came to my life being like this song.

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GM Nostr. I just got back from a week of hunting in the Talkeetna Mountains. I caught a tasty caribou and I am really grateful to have been able to spend some time out in the beautiful, quiet, vastness of the wilderness. I hired Meekins Air Service and they flew me out on a Maule and dropped me off on a wide gravel bar next to a braided river, at 2300' surrounded by mountains that go up another 2-3000'. Just me, 50lbs of gear and my ol' 7 mag 5 miles from the nearest person. I have spent some time in the back country, but never solo, so I was a little nervious. Everything is higher consequence when you are 50 miles from the road. I found a nice sandy spot, set up my tent, filtered some creek water, walked the river to get the lay of the land and went to sleep early. The next morning I woke up around 7. It was a little dark, you don't see direct sunlight in that valley until after 9. I ate a peak dehydrated meal (they are way better than mountain house) drank a cup of instant coffee, packed my day pack and set out looking for caribou. But first, I went to the river bed, found a nice smooth log to sit on and took a big dump. Then I headed back up onto the 'air strip' towards the heavily treed bank. After walking 75 yds I sensed movement, so I ducked behind a willow and scoped it out with my binos. Two bull caribou were coming out of the woods headed to cross the river. The first one was tiny, but the second one was good enough. You never know how many opportunities you're gonna get and he'd be a easy pack out, so I decided to take him. It seemed like a gift. I went around to the other side of the bush, sat down cross legged, propped my elbows on my knees, waited for him to emerge from between two bushes and shot him broadside from 75 yards. He never knew I was there or what hit him. My 154 grain hornady SST bullet put an 1-1/4" hole through him and he dropped dead right there. Butchering in bear country is a little nerve racking, but I went slow, looked around often and kept my rifle and sidearm ready. It went fine. I had him quartered, bagged and set across logs near the river to cool before noon. Then I buried the blood pool and covered the guts with the hide, rocks and brush to keep the scent down. I also moved my tent 500 yards back away from it. Just to be safe. If you need game bags, I highly recommend T.A.G. Bags from Larry Bartlett's company Pristine Ventures. They are a really durable synthetic fabric that wicks away moisure. At that point, I decided I was pretty much done hunting, I had moose and bear tags, but one animal is enough for me. My hunting partner was due to join me in two days. I InReach messaged him and gave him a chance to cancel, but he was gungho to get a bear, so I waited, tended the meat, picked berries, watched for bears and threw out some moose calls. It froze the next two nights and got the meat good and cooled down. My buddy showed up on time. We never saw a moose, but we did see half a dozen bears. He made one stalk, but spooked it at 450yds and he couldn't get a shot. On the way back, I got to ride with The Man himself, Mike Meekins in his super cub. He is 80 and grew up in that area working for his dad's pack horse hunting guide service. He has been flying since he was 14 and started the flight service in '81 with the airplane I was riding, only crashed it once. He is an amazing pilot and has great stories. I highly recommend hiring him if you are in the area. His base is halfway between Palmer and Glennallen, AK. It always takes me a couple days to get readjusted to life back in the world. When I go from a week in a vast, empty quiet place where I am hyper focused on detecting sound and movement to being in town with all the visual clutter, movement, noise, people, possessions and silly chores it is kind of overwhelming. But it's good to be back with family. We ground most of the caribou and taught my oldest son how to make burger patties and brats. He really took to it. I didn't take many photos. Words and photos are not adequate to capture the beauty of it, you'll have to go see for yourself. #huntstr #hunting

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Why do earthquakes always happen when I am on the crapper? lol

This year I said to myself, I am getting kinda old to be screwing around on the roof, I'll treat myself and hire a chimney sweep. So I asked around and called the best guy in town, Larry. Turns out, he's 81. He bounded up my 10/12 pitch roof like it was nothing, had it done in a jiff. He had some 20 year old kid assisting him, but Larry did most of the work. It was impressive.

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