Catching up

We have been on our usual summer hiatus from camp. There has not been all that much going on. Moose, Angus, and the Mooselette all went up to Michigan to fish. I’ve been spending the time with KYHillChick trying to get moved out of our old house.

I managed to get a window to come down on Friday in between thunderstorms to deliver a queen-sized box spring to the farm. I managed to spy my first feral hog on this trip. I saw him wallowing in a stock pond on Route 22 about halfway to Falmouth. He was a big black one– probably went over 200 lbs. I knew they were there; I just had not seen one with my own eyes. Eventually, they’ll be a problem at the farm, but hopefully it won’t be anytime soon.

The storms were coming through hot and heavy. In the space of an hour Friday evening I had one miss just to the north and one to the south and then another came by just to the north again. When my buddy, O.B.. got off work, he dropped by and sat on the porch with me. His shop is nestled down in a holler about a mile from me. He never gets to see storms. Friday evening was quite a show. We watched storms 90 miles away, out beyond Madison, Indiana and Louisville, Kentucky on their way to hammering Cincinnati. O.B. didn’t go home until about Eleven. I only got an hour’s rest before I got hit dead-on with a lot of thunder, lightning, wind, and rain.

Saturday, O.B. and I reconvened for a run to Donna’s Place in Brooksville. He’s gotten me hooked on the 3-meat Omelets. It was still to wet to mow when I got back, so I took some first shots with a Hi-Point 935 Carbine in 9mm I found at a good price. Angus had one right after he turned 18. He sold it a few years later, but I really liked it. It was easy to ring a gong at 75 yards.

It started to threaten rain again and I beat it back to town.

Moose and Angus and few others made a day trip out to camp on Sunday. They wanted some time to shoot up the range a bit and take some hikes. They discovered the storm I alluded to late on Friday night had caused one of the big oak trees at our campground to topple. It would have been a fairly scary deal if anyone would have been camping this weekend. As it is, we’ll have a few years’ worths of firewood.

We home to get back on a more regular schedule of visits after August 1. Mid-July is usually the hottest part of our year, and +90F is just not all that much fun.

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