Without even attempting a New York, Chicago, or Philly accent, Eddie pre-empted these plans, assumed the role of a New York syndicate boss, and telephonically “made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” It took a second or two to digest his proposal, but my answer was an unequivocal “yes”. Over the course of the last year, I’d schemed with Eddie (a consummate outdoorsman and my go-to guru for all things Trijicon) on the logistics for getting him up to Alaska for a maritime black bear hunt. The call also affirmed that while the old adage “luck favors the bold” is often true, one of my personal favorites holds even greater weight: “Sometimes even a blind squirrel can find a nut.” Eddie Stevenson, my good friend from the Lone Star State was on the line. With just days to go before the moose hunt, I received a phone call that would transform those champagne wishes and caviar dreams of an easy, “comfortable” hunt into reality.
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