After hiking up and down canyons, hunting everything that I can get a tag for, I end up calling all my main hunting rifles the same name, year after year..
Now mind you I am soaking wet, tired, bloody, cold, starving, and I have to stop at every little flat spot to rest.
I call her:
Heavy B*tch
I have trekked down into a 5500' canyon multiple times with my 18lb 7mm STW on my shoulder. I have threatened to leave her down there until the next season a few times. Or thought about getting it airlifted out has crossed my mind several times!!!