Duck Hunting Recap

It was time last week for the annual southern invasion of family and friends from Louisiana for a hunting trip in Minnesota.  Unfortunately, somebody forgot to invite the ducks.  Despite really horrible hunting, we still found enough to keep us occupied and then some.  Ultimately, we had a ball.  It just would have been more fun with some ducks.  

 Here are the boys in the blind, not seeing anything.  At all.  Good thing they're all good conversationalists. 

 I guess this is a swamp selfie

While the hunting was horrible, the fishing was fantastic.  Here is a monster landed by our friend Joe

We had 15 people for my cousin's annual gumbo feed.  This is one of three rooms of guys.

Here's room two of three.  Note the towel hanging from the lamp.  Function, and decoration is all the rage at the duck camp.

The look on my cousin's face recapped the whole weekend.  Part disgust with hunting, part indigestion from overeating.  Part hung over.  But mostly sadness that all of this debauchery needed to come to an end.

I am so, so lucky to have all these people in my life. Can't wait to do it all again.