We started the hike off a back road off highway two. Tucker said to take a right and so I did and the smart phone landed us there after 3 hours of driving. We put on our packs and we were off. The eighty degree weather wasn’t even fazing us five as Con Mon told us what to wear. We were on the trail and boy did it feel good. I was kicking all of their asses at first up the hill. The story of the Tortis and the hare soon followed. After an hour of hiking I was on my knees coughing my lungs out. Con Mon stood by and helped me with my coughing laughing. So I hopped on the closest Ox (Tucker) and we we’re back to it. The scenery was beautiful, tall evergreens went till they were out of sight. Hemlocks and Cedars were also in the mix is what I was told by Con Mon but I paid him no mind. He pointed out all of the marmots and the cool little ferns while I was on Tuckers back. Joey Scheffer and Anna Mondares weren’t saying much as they have fallen into a weird attraction towards each other. I thought to myself that maybe since their choices have gone down to minimal that maybe over the 3 days we’d have something interesting. But I digress. We traveled about two miles when we took our first break. Anna and Joey took off to the woods as Tucker sneaked two treats from Con Mon’s eyes. I witnessed it all and was completely fine with it. He did carry me, and Joey and Anna can do what they want. I was carrying my gun on me and saw a squirrel off in the distance. I picked it off quickly and put it on the fire that Con Mon made in five seconds. I ate it bones and all. Like the Indians taught me. We set off again and set the goal for another mile. All of the switchbacks and steep hills were giving me a headache. Tucker soon spotted a deer in the brush. He pulled out his 30-06 to make the kill. I quickly advised him to stop his actions as I went to a bear crawl. The deer didn’t even see it coming when I knocked him unconscious with a rock. I told Con Mon to get me some water and rope. I put the rope around the deer’s antlers and woke him up with the water. I rapidly jumped onto the arousing buck controlling his every move with the rope. Like the Indians taught me. The deer learned that he was mine. I rode this deer for the rest of the trip as the three loafs behind me tried catching their own deer’s. We were finally there. After Tucker’s seizer and puking we set up camp. Con Mon’s experience really showed up here as he did all three of our tents in a matter of ten minutes. I set up the fire. Like the Indians taught me. Joey and Anna said they wanted their own tent, so three was the required amount. After camp was checked off we grabbed our poles. Then we grabbed our fishing poles and set off to the lake. Every single cast that you put into the water was a bite. I stabbed my fish with spears. I taught myself that one. We had food enough for Tucker (No one could pack enough). Joey and Anna were skinning dipping in the lake. I guess it really is Surprise Lake as a shark was seen circling them. Tucker and Conner shot it thirty times each and it died. For Tuckers sake though he shot the lake 29 times and the shark once. Conner hit it in the eyes with every bullet precisely put. Tucker ate it as well. That was the end of day one and we we’re exhausted. Con Mon passed out with his whiskey bottle at about five and he’s going to wake up pissed, because I definitely put his hands in hot water. The next day came like Tucker does for breakfast. Joey and Anna slept in, which was weird because they went to bed the earliest. I arose with energy to conquer the day. I saddled up my deer and I was off to get some lunch meat. The Indians taught me that if you cannot find meat… Improvise. The deer for lunch never tasted better.