|Another camping trip survived!!!! The Zig houshold loves to camp. We eat, we drink , we sing...sometimes nekkid. Fun is usually had by all.|
This camp had a new twist.......hence the image with this post. For those of you not familiar with these critters, they are racoons. Nasty lil monkey toed rats with a fettish for camping goods. They try to get in your coolers, try to get in your car, but usually afraid of humans. Coons are just a part of camping, like bears...you tuck your food away, don't leave trash out.....you leave them alone, they leave you alone.
That was until this year.......f*cking coon mafia this trio. I'm certain they had back up packing guns off the perimeter as well.
These goofs seemed content to sniff my toes as I sit by the fire. They were extremly fond of our well stocked bar (yes, we have a fully stocked bar at camp), and tried to steal my father in laws cherry beef jerky. By steal, I mean the bag on the table 6 inches from him while he was eating said jerky. By jerky, I mean Dublin Store Jerky. You wanna talk about asking for a quick and painful death??? Mess with that mans Dublin jerky.
Somehow........yelling "BAD KITTY!!" drunk off your ass at 3:00AM as a racoon is stealing your shit is not as entertaining as one would imagine...:)
Anywho...we survived, we had a hoot, and I'm very hungover. The lovely wife had a bit of a hard week, developed a nasty kidney stone that tossed abit of a wrench in the week, we've decided not to use the word "vacation" ever again. Her body seems to que in on it. More stories to come and plenty of HNT this trip.