Dave and I both had new tents, never before set up. I think his came in a Pringles can. He threw it in the air and it automatically set itself up while my back was turned. I had just laid out the ground cloth for mine when he was thumping in the last of his pegs.
While searching for the directions for mine (what is this foot-long piece of Autumn Orange 4316 for?) I found an anthill the size of Manhattan near my foundation. I retreated and threw my tent up by instinct, and pulled out the stakes from their bag, where I found the instructions.
By this time, Dave was swilling a brew and laughing at the floor show. Thankfully, it wasn't raining yet. I think I was swearing at the vestibule, which took it in stoic disdain, while the second Pringles can was opened and the Kelty sunshade was flung up. After the rain started, the fly was added.
Across the pine-needle carpeted sward, guys were shooting, hunting arrows and having fun. I continued my efforts, until I had shelter, light, and a comfortable bed. It got dark, the rain came, and Dave's little Weber became a mainstay in this little camp. It was a portable fire pit, and served us well.
Killdeer
Topic: 2013 Hill Gang Hog Hunt (Read 85121 times)
