Snowmobiling blues...

I understand why people love it...but for me it’s a terrible reminder of a horrible tragedy.

20 years ago a bunch of us went up to the Salmon river in NY to steelhead fish while a couple of the guys came along to snowmobile.

While we were on the river, two of the guys snowmobiling (brothers) got mixed up on some trails and ended up heading at each other head on. The one brother jumped a rise just as the other was coming up the trail and the front ski caught him in the chest and literally tore him in half.

We had to all go ID the body and then call his wife to tell her what had happened.

I never want to be near a snowmobile again.