Satan was busy at the camp this weekend. He was busy spreading lies, deceit, mistrust and confusion everywhere he went.
It was after lunch and I was half asleep on the couch when I heard the roar of an uncontrolled 4-wheeler. Then suddenly BA-BOOM as the whole camphouse shook. We rushed to the bunkroom and back door to see Paul staring at the door amd window that his 4-wheeler had just crashed through. The wall was broken, glass was everywhere and the 4-wheeler was stuck in the wall. The evil lawyer had tried to start it by spraying starter fluid in the breather which was Ok except that when he pushed the start button it was still in gear. It took off like a roman candle.
While we were straightening out the mess, he kept calling to his son to come on and go hunting. To his credit Michael said "You need to get off and help clean this up, you are like Satan with a golden fiddle." After being embarrassed by his son, he did join in the clean up for a little while then disappeared.
We made sure to call him Satan all weekend.