In case you didn't know this already, I am currently in hunting camp, bringing a much-needed dose of reality to the men of camp. It seems with the annual sickness known as "Buck Fever", delusional thoughts are not far behind.
Case in point...
"Some guys just came off the hill on their quads and said all the big bucks are about 7 miles up that really steep hill on the other side of the mountain." (Said by an 11 year old in his most manly voice.)
"You mean up that really steep hill that I told you under no circumstances we will ever climb?" (Said by the Daddy bear in his most reasonable voice.)
"Well, those guys said that that's where all the 4 points are...." (The whining begins.)
Then the voice of reason mentions the obvious...
"So did those boys actually show you their prize-winning bucks that they got up on the other side of that mountain?" (Guess whose voice that was?)
"Well, they didn't actually get one..."
My work is never done. Even at hunting camp. While my boy's and one daughter (that I am going to start calling Annie Oakley) are busy scouting for bucks at the bottom of the really big mountain, I've had a little time to ponder certain things of camp life.
1. When a shower charges you 25 cents for 5 minutes of almost-warm-enough water, you can bet that it will take 6.25 minutes to get all the soap out of your eyes. That leaves exactly 3.75 minutes of time to scout out all of the spiders lurking about.
There were 4.
Note to self: Get a weapon.
Or a squirrel trap.
3. Big brothers who tease little brothers about not being big enough to handle the kick-back of his rifle are destined to be bitten by the scope of their own gun...
...much to the delight of the younger, blemish-free brother.
4. And finally, no matter how old your children get, a momma is never quite prepared to see this...
...even if she did have to help them get dressed.☺
It's never done.