Originally Posted by HaHa
Jarhead, you tell your stories so compellingly that I almost feel that I know this guy too; I can almost imagine the scene where you ran across him.
Mikey: Thanks for the kind words.
UncleMick: Re: your friend Morgan.
We live at about the 2500 foot elevation, and in about about a 20 minute drive the elevation is around 6000 feet. (Mostly forestry property).
There's a small mkt. a couple miles from us, and
the owner set up a couple of tables under the trees, where customers can sit outside and have a beer, or whatever.
Once in a while, if you're really lucky, you'll run into a "covey" of guys coming down from the hills, to sit outside the mkt. and tell stories. (Bull-----).
They are mostly, as my father used to say "no-accounts", but entertaining as hell. Most of them live in travel-trailers, and park it on forestry land. They are mostly ignored.
No such thing as any game being out of season, or "hunting license".
The Morgan types are very much still alive and kicking.