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I like to spend a bit of time up in the desert country Northeast of here. This being thanksgiving weekend, and consequently a long weekend, I thought I might as well head up into the back country for a bit of camping, hiking, and shooting.
I always forget to take pics of everything but this time I did remember to get a couple. What I didn't get was a pic of my Scrapyard Guard, which I have reprofiled and made into an actually relatively useful knife. I used to think it had been a major waste of funds, but now that it actually has a cutting edge on it I think it was only a moderate waste of funds. It's not a bad knife but pretty clumsy for most of what I do with a knife (cut things.)
Anyway here are a couple of the pictures I did get, featuring my little hike, my new pack, thanksgiving dinner cooked on the fire, and my always popular assistant.
I like this picture because it looks like I'm looking at a very small version of my dog. In fact the dog is just off in the background. I'm wearing the new pack, a Karrimor Sabre 60-100. What a pack! I have about twenty five pounds in it here, if you include the gun. It straps right down when empty and gets really huge if you want it to. Built like a tank. Suspension system is awesome. I have very high hopes for this pack.
The hike was up one side of a mountain. It's about a kilometer, vertically speaking. A little less, actually - I would say about 800 m (2500 feet.) The terrain is very steep and made of fratured rock - a bit sketchy to climb! My lovely assistant opted to stay in the camp and make herself a hat to match her sweater. The weather had turned cold and windy, so she actually put on some clothes for once.
I made it about halfway up and then I remembered to take some pics, which I then forgot about. I never took anything from the top of the mountain, stupidly. Still, even halfway up the view is pretty good.
I took a couple of the hill on the other side of the valley in hopes of giving you guys an idea of how steep it was.
Naturally this didn't work all that well, but I would guess that for every horizontal foot I travelled, I probably climbed three vertically.
Here is one of my excellent pack, with the twelve or fourteen pounds of gun and ammo strapped to the side! You can't see the ammo, but anyone who has humped a battle rifle around can tell you how fast the weight of loaded mags adds up.
And here is a little shelf on the mountain I was climbing where I stopped for a minute for a drink of water. Again the pack takes the foreground but the scenery is pretty too I think. Actually I guess the pack is fairly unobtrusive (especially compared to that rifle stock which is getting too ugly for me - time to paint again I guess.) With the fancy pack I think I have a good shot at a job as some sort of tactical stealth hiker. I don't know if there is good money in that field or not.
When I got back the fire had died down and there were strange silver blobs it it! I built it back up a bit and sat around for a couple of hours. The climb had taken about three hours round trip, roughly two thousand feet up and of course the same amount back down. I did a good bit of long range shooting from up there, using a nice set of Nikon Monarchs in 8.5x56 to spot. Nice binos! Beautiful to look at the side of a sunlit mountain through. So crisp and intense!
I always forget to take pics of everything but this time I did remember to get a couple. What I didn't get was a pic of my Scrapyard Guard, which I have reprofiled and made into an actually relatively useful knife. I used to think it had been a major waste of funds, but now that it actually has a cutting edge on it I think it was only a moderate waste of funds. It's not a bad knife but pretty clumsy for most of what I do with a knife (cut things.)
Anyway here are a couple of the pictures I did get, featuring my little hike, my new pack, thanksgiving dinner cooked on the fire, and my always popular assistant.
I like this picture because it looks like I'm looking at a very small version of my dog. In fact the dog is just off in the background. I'm wearing the new pack, a Karrimor Sabre 60-100. What a pack! I have about twenty five pounds in it here, if you include the gun. It straps right down when empty and gets really huge if you want it to. Built like a tank. Suspension system is awesome. I have very high hopes for this pack.
The hike was up one side of a mountain. It's about a kilometer, vertically speaking. A little less, actually - I would say about 800 m (2500 feet.) The terrain is very steep and made of fratured rock - a bit sketchy to climb! My lovely assistant opted to stay in the camp and make herself a hat to match her sweater. The weather had turned cold and windy, so she actually put on some clothes for once.
I made it about halfway up and then I remembered to take some pics, which I then forgot about. I never took anything from the top of the mountain, stupidly. Still, even halfway up the view is pretty good.
I took a couple of the hill on the other side of the valley in hopes of giving you guys an idea of how steep it was.
Naturally this didn't work all that well, but I would guess that for every horizontal foot I travelled, I probably climbed three vertically.
Here is one of my excellent pack, with the twelve or fourteen pounds of gun and ammo strapped to the side! You can't see the ammo, but anyone who has humped a battle rifle around can tell you how fast the weight of loaded mags adds up.
And here is a little shelf on the mountain I was climbing where I stopped for a minute for a drink of water. Again the pack takes the foreground but the scenery is pretty too I think. Actually I guess the pack is fairly unobtrusive (especially compared to that rifle stock which is getting too ugly for me - time to paint again I guess.) With the fancy pack I think I have a good shot at a job as some sort of tactical stealth hiker. I don't know if there is good money in that field or not.
When I got back the fire had died down and there were strange silver blobs it it! I built it back up a bit and sat around for a couple of hours. The climb had taken about three hours round trip, roughly two thousand feet up and of course the same amount back down. I did a good bit of long range shooting from up there, using a nice set of Nikon Monarchs in 8.5x56 to spot. Nice binos! Beautiful to look at the side of a sunlit mountain through. So crisp and intense!
I don't know if you listed it, but what kind of rifle is that?
