We set out early, coffee in hand and Willie already bouncing like a caffeinated toddler in fur. The plan was simple: test out a new trail and see how the gear held up. What actually happened was… well, a Bark & Brass classic.
Willie found a puddle. Not just any puddle. This thing looked like it had its own zip code. Before I could even say “Don’t—” he was airborne. Full belly-flop. Mud everywhere. He stood up like a swamp monster and shook—directly at me.
My coffee? Muddy. My boots? Unrecognizable. My soul? Damp.
But the gear? Held up.
The [Voodoo Firearms 45L Tactical Backpack] stayed dry inside despite the chaos. The water bowl didn’t leak. The leash (thank God) didn’t snap when Willie decided to sprint after a butterfly. I can’t say the same for my dignity.
We finished the hike like two soaked biscuits—Willie proud of his filth, me slightly more humble but happy. That’s the thing about adventuring with your dog. It’s never really about clean lines or polished boots. It’s about shared chaos, loyalty, and the occasional snack stolen from your pack.
If you’re hitting the trail this weekend, bring your sense of humor and your toughest gear. And maybe a towel.