Campy

Ya’ll gotta understand that sometimes a man gotta camp. Last weekend was that time. The annual man camp was at hand and man oh man was it nice. I got to shoot assault rifles, ride a dirt bike, blast through mud puddles in an off-road go cart, play with fire, tell man stories, sing by the campfire, talk business, and fix a flat tire on a big 4×4 truck. Woof! These are things that every man in America dreams of.

I also got to be with my two brothers at the same time which doesn’t happen all that often. Love those guys.


2 Responses to “Campy”

  • Dad Says:

    Great post Son. Makes me remember why we go out and do that. So I guess there were no decent cabers out in Filmore?

  • Ethan Says:

    We did discuss the caber, but yea there were narry a decent caber to be tossed. Yar, next year there will have to be a caber.

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