My stomach muscles still hurt from all the laughing I did this trip. It was only a one-day, one-nighter but we packed in the laughs as if it was a full three-day weekend.
Since I am hurting for funds and still unpacking boxes right now I had to shave off a couple days from this border mission. We left Saturday morning around 09:00 and I my tires were on dirt about 11:00. I think this is the best time I've ever made. I'm talking 85-90 mph for the majority of the drive. It's pretty cool leaving in the morning when traffic is thin and I can see if the CHP is back behind me and pacing my speed instead of leaving at 19:00 and getting to camp at 01:00.
I got to the Jucumba summit and the Border Patrol checkpoint was in full swing. Cars backed up for a good quarter mile or so. When I got up to the Border Patrol Agent he asked me how I was doing. I said, "I'm doing good officer. How are you doing?" He said, "I'm good. Are you working today?"
The bed of my truck held one ice chest, one flagpole, one camp chair, three steel targets and a shitload of firewood. I thought that was a strange question given the circumstances but I said, "No sir. Not in the traditional sense of the word. I'm camping, but I'm working too."
He smiled and said, "Have a great time."
I thanked him for his service and punched it. It took less than an hour to get from Jucumba to Winterhaven. My gas mileage sucked, but I was there before I knew it and my hydrocarbon ECO-Vehicle was laughing with me.
On the dirt road in, the Border Patrol was all over the place like flies on liberals. It used to bother me that "the man" was out there hassling people for camping, but since 9/11 they can ask me all the questions they want as long as they don't cross the line and abuse their power like the magical negro's goons inevitably will. God bless the Border Patrol!
They pretty much leave us alone when they see that we're there to camp and help deter wetbacks from passing through. We've gotten to know a few BP agents and most of these dudes are down home cool MF's.
We got to camp and I was ready to set up some targets. Everyone was still amped up from the road in and wanted to pound a few beers, catch up on old times and loaf for a while.
Not Nicholas. He was on the same page as me and wanted to get his shoot on. I could tell that he was amped to fire some lead downrange and asked him if he wanted to help me set up the targets. He hopped to his feet with a shit-eatin' grin and asked if he could ride in the back of my truck. Fuck yeah Nicholas!
I dig this picture. I can remember being his age and being stoked riding in the back of my dad's truck before the Kalifornia fascist liberal assholes decided to make it illegal.
After we got back to camp from setting up the targets it was on. If there were any wetbacks within a mile or two of us, they were definitely changing course. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
For the most part, I'm just plinkin' .22LR these days because I have a shitload of it and it's cheap to shoot. I brought most of my arms and ammo, but had the most fun with my deuce deuce Ruger Mark II. Only having to clean a couple is a nice bonus too.
There was a nice mix of calibers out there this trip and a nice group of people. Nicholas tried every firearm put in front of his face. He watched me get my ass kicked by the Mosin Nagant (7.62x54) and couldn't wait to take it for a spin. Damn, that rifle has some serious recoil and concussion. Why even bother with ear protection? He held his own with that rifle and even smiled at Grandpa after putting a five round clip downrange. I wish I would've gotten a picture of that!
This was a badass weekend that I really needed. The stress from moving and all the other bullshit involved with it was let go as soon as my tires hit the dirt. What a great trip! I truly feel blessed to have the great group of friends and family that I have.
Oh yeah... I forgot about the shenanigans part of the post. Forgive me, as my liver is about the size of a pea right about now...
The first time Kirk came out with us he decided that someone, the first one passed out in a chair, would get "monkey'd up". Two guesses who that was? Yup, the same drunken fuck that got monkey'd up @ Blownstar from that drunkard known as Paul.
If you make it to yer domain (tent, bed of truck, sleeping bag etc.) then you are safe, but if you pass out in a chair around the fire you are free game.
I experienced this shit at Blownstar this last July, but apparenly Paul and Kirk were on a different page of the rules of engagement. It's all good though. I got off light. I would post my monkey'd up picture but it's just too damn embarassing. The next trip after that we had some FNG trying to impress his girlfriend and he got lit up. I won't post that one either because he's not too keen about being on the net.
This trip Brad smoked one too many bowls after a shitload of beers and then ate four burgers. Needless to say, he was fucking out like a light! There was no waking this clown up. The girls had a blast monkeying his ass up and I couldn't stop laughin' while snappin' pics. My stomach muscles still hurt...
You got off light this time fucker!
The only reason he got the tinfoil hat was because Kirk and I couldn't stop laughing about libtards and tinfoil hats. I gotta tell ya, Kirk had me laughing until the late hours of the morning. It's nice to be on the other side of the coin..
Call it too many beers and party favors...
It's good to be back and it's good to settle down in this place, but Gotdamn it was good to spend some time in the desert with good friends and family and forget about the bullshit.
The shenanigans were dedicated to Brad in this photo. The only reason why he got the tinfoil hat was because Kirk and I were hammered and couldn't stop laughing about libtards and their tinfoil hats. It was just funny for the obvious reasons. We lit some steel up this trip and had a kickass time. There were no wetbacks sneakin' through our perimiter and I can't say I blame 'em!