The voice inside that says, “I won’t need water this early in the day” is always Satan talking.

 

Dainius Šileika, you get double bonus points here, for turning me onto the cobber and for insisting on a sternum strap. (Here it’s just improv, but it worked well enough. I can’t stand to abuse a pack I like by filling it with bricks. Then again, I’ve been trying to kill off this unloved 15-year-old Chinese laptop computer bag and, like Rasputin, it just won’t die. Maybe I don’t need to baby my milsurp packs then.)

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