Hunting season opens down here this weekend, which means I'm going to be spending the next several weekends sitting at the bottom of the river swamp that is our hunting lease, drinking whiskey and doing my damnedest to bag a neematoad. Or a deer or hog or ducks or rabbits or something. But man, a neematoad would just be the tits. My little brother and I have been working all this past summer building a new camp for ourselves. Here is what we used to have: The problem with this setup was that the shortest member of my family is my little brother, and he is 6'5. None of us could 1) stand up straight inside, or 2) fit in any of the beds. It was serviceable, but we wanted something a little nicer/comfortable. So we pulled the trailer out, expand the deck, and enclose everything around the tin roof: All we really have left to do is finish the ceiling panels, hang some of the trim, and then furnish it. I can't wait to sit on the porch, with a pot of food simmering on the outside burner, sipping whiskey and telling stories by the fire pit. Oh, and I guess I might hunt too. Maybe. Anyways, how about pretty ladies with guns for this week? Sound good? Sure, why not. I'm having a beer lunch today (dad's birthday), so I'll see yall on the other side.