Wear your orange/bright colors

I went out hiking today, looking to scout a cliff that I had only seen from afar, took the dogs with me.

The trash and beer cans at the trail head did not dissuade me but after walking past the 12th (started counting after I saw 5 in the first 5 minutes) hunter, I decided to head back in. Not because it was my responsibility to, or that I felt like myself or my dogs were in danger, but out of respect for these folks tryin to get their murder on. I climb, they hunt, to each their own. I heard a couple grumbles from folks as my dogs passed by, bummer for them I guess.

I did notice that each hunter/blind was a stones throw from the trail. Maybe there were more deeper in the forest, but I was slightly miffed at their reluctance to hunt away from the trail. Such is life. I'll have to scout the cliff on a weekday.