. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman
Spring Trip to South Idaho 2009, Dustin's Bachelor weekend/Varmint Safari
Black Bird
Jerry and Dustin Looking over some Elk Hunting ground. Jerry spotted a bear in the little opening to the right of Dustin's shoulder, it made for a day long hike down into that hole in pursuit.
Blond bear, long ways out so a little blurry. They earned an A+ for effort going after it but were unable to close the deal.
A shed I drug up from a deep dark hole.
Waiting by a fire for Dustin and Jerry to return from chasing the blond bear.
Some desert Muley's
Sunset over our varmint camp outside of Jordan Valley
Doing some long range varmint hunting on the National Guard range.
Blackhawks flying over ahead of a thunderstorm.
Getting hits out to 300 yards on some 4 inch tall by 1 inch wide targets. A good spotter is a must.
The gang of varmint hunters with Clyde's badger, left to right, Dustin, Myself, Clyde, Jerry, and Donny.
Sunset over the Boise Valley from the Mountains above.
Black Bird
Jerry and Dustin Looking over some Elk Hunting ground. Jerry spotted a bear in the little opening to the right of Dustin's shoulder, it made for a day long hike down into that hole in pursuit.
Blond bear, long ways out so a little blurry. They earned an A+ for effort going after it but were unable to close the deal.
A shed I drug up from a deep dark hole.
Waiting by a fire for Dustin and Jerry to return from chasing the blond bear.
Some desert Muley's
Sunset over our varmint camp outside of Jordan Valley
Doing some long range varmint hunting on the National Guard range.
Blackhawks flying over ahead of a thunderstorm.
Getting hits out to 300 yards on some 4 inch tall by 1 inch wide targets. A good spotter is a must.
The gang of varmint hunters with Clyde's badger, left to right, Dustin, Myself, Clyde, Jerry, and Donny. 
Sunset over the Boise Valley from the Mountains above.
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