and don't forget how beautiful the bar is at "The Willows"!
Ah the Willows. For some reason the guys in that camp now call it "One Eyes".
Another tale involved the willows and a fellow that happens to live about 4 houses down from me. He didn't hunt, but often would go to camp for a couple days.
Anyway, after a couple days some of the crew decided to go down off the mountain and visit the Whillows. The place was jumping and the bar maid was a well endowed lady. They were almost out and the top buttons were unhitched.
One of the guys mentioned that he would surely like to see her hooters and Andy said no problem and asked her to lean over the bar. She did, and he had his knife in hand and reached up and sliced her bra and out they flopped.
Alcohol was definitely a contributing factor, but she took it all in stride. Nobody got the boot and the party went on.
