This past weekend I was officially named Camper Of The Year at the famous Christmas Place (again). My friend and fellow blogger Marian Love was flown in by private jet to award me with the skull mount of my BIG DROPTINE BUCK.
My evil brothers Paul and Trent cried, pulled their hair and had hissy fits (again). They called the Game and Fish commission to extend deer season a few months. They said no (again)
Burney whined about some 4-point he shot and spent the day sulking (again). Mark argued for some big hog he shot and was hooted off the stage (again) Michael, Spencer and Austin were doing millennial things and missed the last weekend (again)
I rode on Thunderhoof through the streets of Tchula in the parade as the crowd threw roses and chanted "Droptine, Droptine! (again)
And with all the accolades pouring in, I just try to be your humble and truthful neighborhood blogger (again)