I have this uncle who used the backside of an axe against the trunk of a snow laden jack pine to make for one of the most memorable group photos in camp history. The timer on the old Canon film camera snapped just in time to catch a couple hundred pounds of snow cascading down on 9 smiling guys who were about to hop in the trucks to head home after a 10 day hunt.
The time the lawn chairs were forgotten so logs were chainsawed off at the appropriate height. Except for the one for Francis, he'd been in the hooch after camp was setup and in the interest of his personal safety his chair was cut only about 3 inches tall. It seems that mass quantity of bourbon can affect depth perception and he decided to sit down in his seat. He was still pissed 20 years later.
