For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. I was afraid to look. I knew it would be ugly, but I didn't know how ugly. Slowly, I reached down over my throbbing legs and unfastened my boot. The tangs seemed to pop as the lace snapped loose. Seems there was a little pressure built up from my day's activity. It was actually the end of a second day of playing bird-dog for my Dad. I'd estimate that these poor legs and feet propelled my fat body up and down over 3,000 vertical feet in the course of two days. Dad has the multi-season deer tag and wanted me there for moral support. As I eased my boot off I could swear I heard a hissing sound from my sock. Moral support, huh?! I decided to hunt archery this year but included the bear and cougar option on my combo tag purchase back in April. So I figured at least I'd have a reason to pack around my rifle for a couple days, just in case. More like I used the butt of my rifle to help climb Mount Vesuvius! As I bandaged my bloody feet, I took solace that Dad was happy. Until next time, Good Hunting!