We also didn’t want to find ourselves short of water, but twice we came perilously close. I remember giving my fiancee my canteen and telling her to hold that last swallow as long as she could in her mouth.
February 26, 1987
We also didn’t want to find ourselves short of water, but twice we came perilously close. I remember giving my fiancee my canteen and telling her to hold that last swallow as long as she could in her mouth.
It was September of 1985 and my first California deer hunt. I was forty miles north of San Diego, inside Camp Pendleton. The marine base provides what some old-timers claim is the best deer hunting in Southern California.