I'd love to know the miles,
The total weights we've carried,
And the elevation gained and lost.
Sometimes I often wonder, if a pack could tell a story- how wild would that be?
Cheers to the nights it was my recliner and safe guard as we waited out a ram.
The countless times it aided as a rest, before the ultimate test between rifle and man.
It's a real relationship between a guide and their pack.
More hours are spent together than apart.
It's your home away from home in the months far to the north.
Faithfully carrying your mobile office, tent and pantry of the sort.
Trinkets and necessities, it carries them as well.
Let's not forget, any precious bounty of your spoils.
So no, I don't take it lightly when switching out my pack.
Like a changing of the guard, so pardon this nostalgic guide.
There's a bar set high, and hopes the next will follow suit.
For when the loads get heavy, and the nights get long, When your horse is more than ready to hit the trail home.
I have never met a barn sour pack, they certainly won't run far,
So unlike that testy mount,
It's your pack that will faithfully wait, through rain, snow and sun,
Without a second thought.
So, here's to my new pack, and the adventures that lay ahead
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