The heat is real
I don't envy being covered in fur right now.
I don't envy being covered in fur right now.
It is time.
What. The hell. Is that.
The weather improves. A terror attack in West Auckland. First run in months. Lockdown continues.
Rona gatecrashes the party again.
Burning the midnight oil with a lengthy friend.
A successful couple of days in the hills, upping the body count by two this year. The Buck 110 also feels like a legitimate hunting knife now.