I started coming down with the flu Wednesday night, and today (Friday) it is kicking my butt. I’m lying around in misery, completely devoid of energy.
The only reason I’m sick is because my buddy, who was many miles out in the backcountry with me last week, in the chilling cold air and rain, passed it on to me. I’m a bit in wonder, to be honest, that he wasn’t a bigger jerk than he was. It happens to all of us, doesn’t it? When we’re feeling like death warmed over it strains our patience and understanding with those around us. I’m not always the easiest to put up with, anyway. But he did a fantastic job, all things considered.
What is your theory? I don't have a dog in the hunt about this, but I was just wondering with 30 or more Bigfoot sightings every year how come no one ever bags one? That is the one thing that makes me doubt. I read the sightings which are full of tales of people fleeing in terror, but almost no one ever opens fire. What do you guys think?
