So I cut my mule deer trip short by several days. It wasn't because of two days straight of rain, or waking up with my tarp collapsed on me from the snow fall (that was actually quite funny), or my boots that never dried out, or any other disastrous gear failure (and there were quite a few, trust me). It was because of these:
I just simply couldn't get them to stop getting worse and worse, I ran outta duct tape and mole skin and after agonizing for hours about what to do and knowing that there was no way I could move basins are be worth a darn trying to stalk a deer I packed up and left. Now I'm filled with regret...I'm not sure what I could've done to mitigate the situation so I could keep hunting though. I'm just stuck with this crappy feeling that I could've and should've done something different. This freaking sucks. And what's worse is that I have 1000 miles to just wallow in it.
I just simply couldn't get them to stop getting worse and worse, I ran outta duct tape and mole skin and after agonizing for hours about what to do and knowing that there was no way I could move basins are be worth a darn trying to stalk a deer I packed up and left. Now I'm filled with regret...I'm not sure what I could've done to mitigate the situation so I could keep hunting though. I'm just stuck with this crappy feeling that I could've and should've done something different. This freaking sucks. And what's worse is that I have 1000 miles to just wallow in it.