Upon initially sharing my intentions, the boys were frantic.
Considering all the potentially embarrassing prospects, of ladies at deer camp,
they were deeply concerned about how they were going to act and behave.
Obviously the farting, belching, swearing and late night walks to the outhouse
in long underwear would have to be constrained. Then there was the traditional
early morning breakfast . . . would the women expect to sleep in? How would
everyone get ready in the morning in the camps small living room? Would the
women panic if they happened to see Dad in his tighty whities? Then of course,
there were the sleeping arrangements. How could we provide the ladies with
comfortable and clean sleeping arrangements when neither exists at deer camp? Obviously,
all of these concerns weighed heavily on the regular hunting crew and as the
date approached, it seemed no degree of consolation could quell their ill founded fears.
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Erin teaches Dad how to Play |
Fast forward several weeks to the evening the girls invaded camp. A hundred miles
into the deep, dark Maine woods, in the absolute middle of nowhere, these poor
girls stumbled into an old camp filled with 6 anxious old timers all
frantically attempting to clean, hide the nudie magazines and cook an elegant
dinner of steak, potatoes and pickled products. I can only imagine what
those poor ladies must have been thinking in their initial assessment. Of course, in a testament to the constitutions of both ladies, they bravely managed to hold their ground, graciously accepting our offer to direct them to their shared bedroom.
As we continued to busy ourselves with our assigned chores,
the girls settled down and began asking questions and snapping the occasional
photograph. I could see some initial tension in a couple of the camps more
“senior” resident troglodytes and I wondered how the evening would progress. Of course, one
hour later we were all sitting together in the living room, toasting alcoholic
beverages, Dad wailing away on the guitar and both ladies singing along to old
country tunes, like they had been rehearing this very moment for years. I smirked, now knowing
that my initial concerns were badly ill founded. Both Sophie and Erin were very
quick witted, intelligent and charismatic. One of my Dad’s old army buddies
even remarked that these were the type of girls he prayed that his boys might
chance to someday bring home. Yes, it was genuinely apparent, the boys were
seriously smitten.
Just joining the conversation? Then be sure to see: Girls At Deer Camp? (Part 1) and be sure to see the exciting conclusion Girls At Deer Camp? (Part 3).
Just joining the conversation? Then be sure to see: Girls At Deer Camp? (Part 1) and be sure to see the exciting conclusion Girls At Deer Camp? (Part 3).
Happy Thanksgiving Steve..to you and all your family..Keep up the good work! Peace, Mike
ReplyDeleteThanks Buddy same to you and yours! Hopefully this is the year we finally manage to link up on West Grand!
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