Philip,
Excellent video!
Thank you for posting it.
At the moment, the clock is ticking too slow.
I'm pacing back and fourth like a caged tiger.
My boots are crying out for red sand to walk in.
My nostrils beg for the scent of game meat on a camelthorn fire.
I've burned the trajectory of that specific hand load: 250 grain Sierra spitzer .375 H&H into my soul.
My trigger finger twitches and my mind will not stay focused on my job here.
My wife told me I must absolutely stop sleeping in my hunting clothes.
Even with some months yet to go, I am ready now and the wait is killing me.
Ready steady,
Paul.