I wouldn't call myself fat, but... Ok. So I'm fat. After lugging my climber, bow, backpack, a day's worth of deer jerky and that crazy decoy all the way down in the bottoms, I'm usually so out of breath that there's no way in H377 that I would be able to blow that crazy thing up!
Can you think of a worse way to be found?... passed out from hyperventilating, laying on a half-inflated blowup doe in the woods!
...and they will sell them
rw