So, this was ‘The Burn’. At three-thirty in the afternoon, I'd began trudging up this steep grassy hill, wiping sunscreen-laden sweat from my eyes and wondering if the sleep-in had been worth it.
I know I’m not alone when using the phrase: “I think I’ve lost my mojo.” I’ve used it in the past when I’ve been going through a rough streak with my fishing exploits, but most recently, my lack of mojo – or bad mojo – has applied to my hunting.
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