I spent the weekend going over equipment and checking out my rifle and a quick bore sighting indicated everything was good to go, Business being completed, bags packed and the all essential supplies were packed and my trip was about to begin.
Usually an event like this requires phone calls to buddies informing them of your plans and trying to think of those last minutes I forgot lists.This one would be done under the radar by choice. Not wanting to disappoint people I just wanted to go out on my own and do what I felt I needed to do to prove to myself that things were good and distraction would not be conducive to what I was thinking should be the perfect weekend.When I arrived in town I had that night to stop and visit some people and blow some steam off, which I felt was needed since the weeks prior involved a series of doctors appointments and a visit to the lovely surgeon for what will be more appointments in the near future.
Somethings Never change and as I approached the Iron Range I could feel the pressure lifting and that relaxed feeling i have come accustomed to took over and a smile came across my face as if seeing an old friend for the first time in awhile.
Pulling into town my thoughts changed to a glass of Sangria and hopefully catch my brother whom was in the basement of the Old Moose Lounge playing Bocce Ball and celebrating his birthday. As luck would have it his games were complete and he was occupying his usual stool at Tom and Jerry's. An hour later the vehicle was parked in front of moms for the evening and this would now be time to visit and rest for the big day tomorrow...
