When I was maybe 4 or 5, 4 families went deer hunting. Or at least the 4 men did. The women and us 10 or 12 kids stayed in camp. We had a huge milsurp wall tent big enough for every one. The guy who owned the tent apparently had a phrase that he liked to hear himself repeat..."into the wind". He convinced everyone that a wall tent should be set up into the wind. It was his tent so he was the expert, right? The next day when the men came back to camp for lunch, they found the 4 wives and the hoard of kids playing around a huge tent spread out over the sagebrush.


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