At the Airport

We recently returned from a two week trip to Fairbanks/Anchorage. Amy to visit family and friends, me to ply the mountains for Dall sheep (Stay tuned for more about that). On the way home I had to declare a firearm at the baggage check. I was directed to a TSA counter. The officer opened my action packer. A large, fresh set of rams horns and the antlers of a very big black-tailed deer dominated the contents. Other gear such as leather hiking boots, leftover freeze dried meals, trekking poles and sleeping pad hinted at my recent endeavors. The TSA agent glanced up from my things, looked at me and asked, "Been doing some fishing?"