ANOTHER WASHED OUT SEASON

As it turned out I didn't get to go elk hunting this year. Dickidoo screwed up his back and wasn't up to hiking through the woods and mountains with me. Nor was he too thrilled about the prospect of dragging out a bull elk if I were to shoot one.

So we stayed home instead. yay.

Fortunately his back was somewhat healed by the following weekend and he was able to go out with his buddies for some duck and coyote hunting.

Hmmmm.... alrighty then!

ELK CAMP

Dickidoo is going to elk camp up in the high country. I won't be going. It's a guy thing. He and his BS Buddies (BS means exactly what you think it means...) will be gone for almost 2 weeks. My sister-in-law (his baby sister) is indignant for me. I am not.

The way I see it, while he's out in the woods climbing up mountains and cliffs, huddling in a crowded tent with 3 other hunters who by the end of the excursion will not have bathed in 10 days, farting chili and burping beans... I shall have the queen sized Serta to myself. I can take long hot showers without interruption. I can sleep through the night without being awakened by the suffocating stench of his flatulations.

I think it's safe to say that I'm just about as excited about elk camp as he is. In fact I think I might even help him pack!

"Take lots of clean wool socks and some extra blankets Sweetie..." (we wouldn't want you to have to come home early because it was too cold!)