This weekend it was only about 100 degrees in the shade, but I got to camp to visit with dad for Fathers Day. Of coure, he was at camp. Where the hell else would he be? We had a relaxed weekend of basically hanging out and watching the U.S. Open. It was nice to be with him.
Camo and I did take a break and go across the property to look at a hunting spot I have been thinking about for a couple of years. Black flies, mosquitos and Camo trying to drive the Gator were hell but we got there and slipped into a deep valley.
Years ago it was too open, but now it is perfect for a big horned buck. Swampy, lots of water, thick brush with openings. Me and Spencer are about to pull a big whammer-jammer out of that hole this fall.