Claudia-
This weekend is gonna be a crappy one and I'm not gonna be home much, so this post is of our Labor Day weekend in the Chocolate Mountains over Labor Day '08. It's not much to write home about, but it was a damn good time! No illegals made it through our perimeter, so it was a successfull mission to say the least...
This has been a tradition of ours for about 14 years. Not the border-guardin' part as much as the campin' part. The guardin' part has just evolved over the years as our shitbag politicians have put it on the back burner. It's time for THE PEOPLE to step it up a notch.
It was supposed to be over 100 degrees out there on Saturday, and this is what we woke up to:
It is beautiful out there. If there is a Heaven, I hope this is it.
This had to be one of the best captured moments of the trip. At least it was just water...
Jackass! At least it was only water...
After everyone settled in, we had a competition of the .22 kind, and lawn-chair plinkin' was the name of the game. Unfortunately for me, I placed a $20 wager that Nicholas couldn't hit his mark on the first shot. After I refused to let him shoot until he had ear & eye-protection, he finally gave in. Then he kicked my ass and took my $20.
Nicholas: "You bet me how much?"
ME: "I meant to say $5:
Nicholas: You liar, you said $20
Me: Okay
This is after Nicholas already had the twenty in his pocket and had his confidence to the sky. This kid rocks! He wants to be a doctor, but I think he would better make a sniper. Eh, I guess that's up to him though. I'm sure he'll make the right choice...
We had some FNG's out there this trip, but they were really cool and down to earth. They were definately fun to party with. I don't think any of them had ever fired a weapon before this trip. After seeing the shit-eatin grins on their faces, I knew my job was done. Welcome to the dark side folks...
Chelsea was mighty feisty, but she held her own:
Holly wanted to pull a Bruce Willis:
Girly wanted to bite fireworks and ammo the whole time:
And this one, well... need I say more?
The next trip can't come quick enough! Hopefully we'll be able to make it back out there for Veteran's Day Weekend. I'm gunnin' for you next time Nicholas! I want my $20 back!
8 comments:
That looks alot like the trips we take to Big Bend, here in Texas. It's hard for me to grasp that some people don't see any beauty in the desert.
Looks like good times man. No molesting the Grill Huh?
Thanks CD. Glad you made it to the desert. Great trip and scenery. Kind of you to let the FNG do some shooting. I guess it gets in your blood after a try. Shake hand with Nicholas for me. Smart lad with a proud grin. I doubt you'll ever get the $20 back ;-) Tell him next time he'll reach target I'll add 5 Canadian Tooneys.(It's ten bucks).
RE: Your shopping today. I remember dragging my reluctant son once. It was sorely needed! I told the male store manager to hire beautiful young girls as clerks. Then he would have more enthusiastic customers.And my son would tell his mother to go the hell back home...
jackied-
I never understood that either. The desert is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. I have some killer pictures in a box somewhere that I'll have to scan and post. I used to buy those disposable cameras and they were very drunk friendly. Ansel Adams had some competition back then.
kerrcarto-
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Bastard. I'm never gonna live that one down am I?
Claudia-
Actually, I'm working today, and shopping tomorrow. (SHIT! I'm late to work!!) I figger they'll be less dudes and more women on Sunday cause of Sunday football and stuff. If I'm gonna have to put up with the bullshit crowds at the mall, I might as well have the cards in my favor right? I didn't just fall of the turnip truck, ya know... ;-p
That beer on the ground reminded me of the icechest you and Paul dropped at the blogmeet. BWHAHA!
Cheap shot Becky! Cheap shot! BWAHAHHA!
Bang, bang Darlin :)
Broooo. Did you have to post the picture of my drunk ass half falling out of my chair????!!!!
Oh well, we aren't libs after all.... We stand behind our actions, we tell the truth, and when we get hammered, we don't give Mary Jo a ride over the Chappaquiddick.
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