If nothing else, Woody, Doc, Rob, Whip, Brent and some of the others can leave you feeling severely inadequate when you witness their artistry and generousity.
I had the opportunity to watch both Shaun and Brent make flakes for awhile and I'm sure they'll both become budding knappers. Go ahead Brent, show us your head . . . oops, arrowhead.
Here's some more Pic's:
Charlie set-up his camp in a secluded corner of the barn and slept in his tent/cot, or cot/tent, whichever you want to call it.
I'd be mad too if I had to wear a PINK Camo cap!!
Larry (Caddo) Dix and Robert (Son of Texas) Holloway (foreground) admire a selection of Tippit's cutlery and Rob's European Skull mount while in the background Jason (Jason in Bama) Henderson (Left) and Kevin Smith worry about something. I had the priviledge of hunting with Jason and his dad Paul about a year ago and found them to be some of the most tenatious hunters I've ever known. Paul is the finest example of the "Fine Southern Gentleman" you'll ever find. Jason isn't bad himself.
Jason had brought a mounted rattlesnake for self-defense if the "joking-around" got too serious. Be glad you didn't stick a piggy in his bedroll!! It drifted from one location to another all over camp and someone was always getting a shot of adrenline regardless of how many times they'd already seen it.
Moonrise over the front gate.