We were fortunate that we had an opening day, as Harold Camping told us the world was ending the day before, but he was wrong as usual. Our little encampment looks like we circled the campers in fear of an attack though.
The camper on the left belongs to my nephew Tim. His son Brian was with him in that rig. Tim's son Pat owns the center rig. Pat's brother Ben, and a friend Jeremy were in that outfit. I own the one on the right and my grandson Alex and I enjoyed the use of it. No animals were hurt or injured in our deer hunting excursion, but not intentionally.
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