After our ten nights away, we went out camping down the South Canol Road with another family. The weather was miserable most of the time, but the company was pleasant!
We took the guns and fishing rods, but the only thing that was caught was our friend's son. Cavan and him were fishing, and their little guy got too close to Cavan as he cast. The poor guy got two hooks stuck in the side of his head right above the ear. Matt pulled it out with his leatherman and there was only a few tears! What a tough kid.
|Angry face: You said there would be fish!|
|Picnic with friends!|
|I love my truck and camper!|
|Camping supper. Steak, potatoes, green beans, onions, and carrots. Rough.|
|Here fishy, fishy!|