Earlier this summer I packed up and went out for a quick little overnighter to do some sheep scouting. it was mostly just an excuse to get some much needed time away in the mountains. Parked the truck, threw my pack on and headed out quick, trying to cover ground as fast as possible to get me back where I wanted to check out. After a few hours of nonstop hiking I finally made it to where I wanted to be and immediately got my camp set up below a couple drainage I wanted to explore.
With everything set up and good pile of firewood gathered and stacked from an old washed up beaver dam I finally decide to take a break. I sit down and reach in my pocket for my brand new can chew. Excited to cut that paper with my thumbnail and have this long awaited dip I pull the can from my pants pocket. "Hmmm, the seal on this can looks broken already... must've been from all that movement being in my front pocket. " I opened it up and my heart sank.
Back at the truck excited to get going I threw my brand new can on the floor board thinking it was empty and stuffed my empty in my pocket. Some guys like their coffee back in the mountains, some guys like their whiskey... I like my dip. I had crazy thoughts and considered leaving my camp and making the 12 mile round trip hike to go retrieve my fresh can. I ultimately decided against that but I sure did enjoy that first dip once I finally made it back. I may or may not have convinced myself there was nothin to see back there and headed back a little earlier than originally planned.