Shells

I woke up late today. I rolled onto my side and was shocked to see the time on my phone, especially because there was no discernible difference in light level from when I went to sleep. I put the phone on speaker and let the Mt. Baker snow report loop while I brushed my teeth. Even my dog was skeptical at the 18 in of reported snowfall. So without another thought we grabbed our guns and headed to the north fork for a bit of red necking. After a hundred rounds or so my ears were ringing and Maple was getting annoyed at all the racket, so we packed it up and headed home.

It's nice to live in a place where you can choose to shoot at busted up TVs and beer cans over a powder day, and not feel the least bit guilty.