Personal Narrative: My Hunting Trip To Colorado
It was the middle of spring in 2004 when Ethan, my best bud from high school; and I were going on a hunting trip. We went on this long hunting trip every year to get away from the wife’s. So we would drive out to Colorado in his old 1985 Ford Bronco, or the “Wronco” as we call it. On our way to Colorado we were bumping to some good ole. “Redneck Souljers”. As we enter the Colorado border Ethan says to me, “How come every trip we make out here always starts by it snowing right as we cross the border?” “I swear it’s just the Colorado weather trying to bring the elk out for us,” I replied. So as we were heading out to the cabin where we would be staying for the next few days during this well needed hunting trip. As we got to the cabin we