Squirrel Camp 2009
Saturday, October 24th, 2009Every year out in Bryans Mill, all of the land owners and permanent residences get together for a blowout weekend. It’s the one time where almost everyone shows up. For some reason, beyond my comprehension, it happens during opening weekend of squirrel season.
Why I’m not so clear on its timing is due to the fact that almost nobody hunts squirrel. It’s simply an excuse to head to the woods, leave the women and children at home, and blow things up.
This year was fairly quiet for the rest of the land owners out there. We did run in to a few of them, which in turn led to a 20 mile hike up and down dirt road by a literal convoy of UTV’s until 3 in the morning. But other than that . . it was a surprisingly civilized squirrel camp.
Chris and I brought out several friends this year to join in the general anti-hygienic, overly inebriated death and destruction.
I didn’t shoot too many photos, but did manage to catch a few while we played ‘war’ off of the back porch.
Many of us don’t get an opportunity to pull out the guns on a regular basis, so when the opportunity’s presented, most of our friends go significantly overboard. Which, honestly, is one of the reasons we get along so well.
Brian’s shooting his Caltech pistol.
From the look on Brandon’s face, Chris just said something highly offensive.
Scott sits down with Chris’s .35 Remington. Ear protection is a necessity with this one.
He looks happy with his shot, though he’s probably just glad it’s over with. Trust me, he’s fighting back tears.
Josh sits down with his 22-250.
While I was trolling up and down the deck, this little guy got right in my way and wouldn’t move. Soo, I took a picture. If you can see his lips, he’s saying ‘cheeeeeessee’.
A little later in the day we headed down to a different part of the property to shoot a little skeet. Don’t worry, they’re biodegradable skeet. We’re totally green.
And at the end of the day, this is where you can always find Brandon. Sitting in his chair, filling up his damn BB gun. He’s totally addicted. It’s a little sad.