It was a "hunt"

This was about all we did 

So this kid, in a strange non-blood way, is actually related to me. (One of those "by law" things that when you have a relative who marries a gal with kids, then that guy HAS a kid...you know.) He was a lot of fun, and definitely the center of attention around this hunting camp.

Went up to visit my cousin's camp along Pend O'reille this past weekend. I arrived too late to go hunting on Saturday morning, but figured an evening hunt was planned...or a trip out on the big boat to do some fishing. BUT, to make a short story even shorter...no one really wanted to go out. "We'll spend all day tomorrow on the boat fishing." Cool. No problem with that. So a camp life it was. The most memorable thing that happened was that we got to introduce Drew there to shooting an air rifle for the first time. That was fun and he was pretty excited about it.

Then, at about three in the morning, the weather predictions came true and it rained. Rained. Oh yea, then it rained. And this wasn't a "misting" this was RAIN. We hung out until about 10:00, then the guy with the boat bailed...he was done with it. Since none of us wanted to trudge around in the sopping woods...we also decided to call it. We cleaned up the camp, put things up, and took off.

The road into this place is extremely bumpy, and after 30 miles (roughly an hour and a half) I made it to the blacktop and zoomed home. Then, the rest of the next couple hours was spent trying to dry gear inside my little house (since it was still raining.)

That was about as uneventful as it gets. It was good though. I got to hang out with some nice folks, around a campfire, and swap stories. Oh, and I DID go look for grouse that evening...so technically, I DID hunt. HA!