My little nephew has been bugging me to talk him hunting for what feels like for years now, and we got around to making it happen this past weekend. Thanks to the generosity of my sister and brother-in-law, my nephew Ben flew up from South Carolina on Friday, and my mom was kind enough to pick him up at the airport. I scooped him up from there, and we headed to the duck camp last Friday afternoon.
Our first stop was at St. John's where we got outfitted in new sweatshirts and got this pictured snapped via the help of a cute co-ed.
The camp is pretty much all about dude stuff - it's a dirty, smelly, testosterone-laden nirvana, and for a little dude in training, it's pretty much like heaven. Here's Ben in a fort that he built. It was just one of many dude activities of the weekend.
Dogs on the couch? Not only allowed, but encouraged. Here's Ben with one of the five dogs that were up with us this weekend.
The most important part was the hunting, and Ben proved to be handy with both a BB gun and a duck call.
Hunting was fabulous. Here's the Yellow Dog with our daily limit on Saturday.
Overall, it was a dude fiesta. We had fires, ate meat, rode boats and ATVs, watched football, belched, scratched ourselves, and didn't wash. We came back to civilization smelly but smiling.
I'm not sure who had more fun (or who is more tired), but I'd consider Hunting Opener 2012 a success. Hope we can do it again next year.
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