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The morning broke cold as I walked up the trail ,each turn gave up past memories of hunts ,seasons and beginnings of long trips taken . I reached the outcropping just as the sun hit the rock face above sheading light and warmth all around , here was my seat.
Sitting down I could remember when this old log had fell in a big wend storm I was what mmm about 12 . my father and I had used it as a rifle rest a couple of times and my grandfather would stop here to rest on our way up the mountain,,,, it was like an old friend .
The scene before me spread out with the dawn , from this point you could see miles to the east . Below me was a deep canyon full of thick buck brush , it always held some good mulies on the upper end and sometimes a bear or two today though I wasn
Sitting down I could remember when this old log had fell in a big wend storm I was what mmm about 12 . my father and I had used it as a rifle rest a couple of times and my grandfather would stop here to rest on our way up the mountain,,,, it was like an old friend .
The scene before me spread out with the dawn , from this point you could see miles to the east . Below me was a deep canyon full of thick buck brush , it always held some good mulies on the upper end and sometimes a bear or two today though I wasn
