Finally. It was inevitable. Use and abuse, and eventually it breaks.
Was putting a stalk on bullwinkle, in hopes of getting a good photo op. Apparently macro was too close for said moose; and a very very hasty retreat was in order
I pulled a headlong dive and roll and recover into the thickest nastiest alder patch I could reach before certain stomping was in session. After several high speed minutes of getting the crap beat out of me by brush while sprinting downhill and taking several headers I reached down and grabbed a handful and turned around to fight to the death, armed with a camera as a bludgeon and a six inch alder splinter I pulled out of my calf.
Turns out, he was satisfied with my run, and was well on his way back up the hill.
Unfortunately I busted a couple buckles in the mad dash. Both male ends, so I don't think I need to send it in. I'll call them tomorrow and get lined out.
I have to admit, I'm surprised only a couple buckles broke. Any lesser pack would be thrashed. Gotta love good quality gear!
