#2 and #3 son came down the farm for the holiday. They invited all their friends for a campout. They've got a bunch of cars up here at the house. I suspect there is over a dozen 20-somethings down at the campsite. I'm staying at the cabin up by the road to catch the latecomers and get them to stay put until the one vehicle with 4-wheel drive can come and retrieve them. The campsite is out back more than a 1/2 mile away.
So far, I've got a good 30 years on the oldest that's shown up. It's a nice bunch. One chick showed with a Queen T-Shirt. I commented on it. It turns out it was her parents'. (Sigh!)
The back bedroom is filled with gun cases and ammo. Moose bought himself a new industrial-strength clay thrower, and I suspect everyone is going to want to have a go at the 200 yard gong tomorrow. The bedroom looks like the onset of Armageddon, and the Living Room is stacked waist high with clays. I look around the cabin and realize I've raised my sons right.
I think we can expect a good time to be had by all this weekend.
