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I arrived at E's on Wednesday afternoon, with my daughters. We got our site setup, and commenced to have a little fun. Shooting, playing with knives and making fires.
Derek and Pointy showed up that evening, and we just kinda chilled out, and enjoyed the space sans people for a while. With some damn good eats made by Derek and Pointy. That night was asian soup with udon noodles, and it was magnificent.
Thursday morning, brought on the work. We cut up wood, hauled gravel, raked, flew sails, cut targets, and a myriad of other last minute chores that needed to be done. Later that evening, Murph, Todd, and Mrs. Nuge arrived. They got setup, and we had a few drinks. Thrillbilly, 1066Vik, Psyop, and Chambear showed up late that night as well. The tension building for Friday was nearly too much to handle. Derek and Pointy whipped up some Shephard's pie and taters.
Friday morning, folks came pouring in like we was giving away food and liquor. Which we were. I don't know how many arrived while I was taking my daughters back to civilization, but when I got back, almost all the sites were full, and there were new faces everywhere.
Friday was kind of a "let the noobs settle in", and general fellowship day. It was truly something of wonder. We settled in to some good times, and Uncle E's Chili cooking class was awesome. We finished the night up with an early morning drink, and BS session.
Saturday, we got everyone down the hill at 10am for E's Survival Kit Class, based on the kit and skills of of Albert Johnson. After a brief interlude, we headed back up the hill, for some more learning, and fun. My knife class sucked, as I was a complete ferret/doorknob after my BK16 broke. It got a little better at the end, but for the most part, I considered it a failure due to me entirely. I do apologize, to all that attended.
We got our Goose52 Sheath contest on, a one stick fire. Nix won, but generously gave it to a young man named Drake, who was Uncle E's great nephew in law. Drake was an awesome kid, and very a enterprising young man. Since he didn't have a BK2, he sold the sheath to Psy, and in turn, bought himself a Kraton handled Kabar.
Our Top Shot Competition began with a blowgun balloon shoot at 17yds. Followed by a 21' Tomahawk throw, and finished with a 22LR Sucker Shoot at 25yds. Derek's brother Jack was the winner. He got a sterile saber ground BK16. Everyone else, got a BKT/KA-BAR bottle. I made the contest just confusing enough that everyone involved thought I was crazy. Little did they know, I was.
Saturday Night, the Drinking with Moose class went very well. I'm pretty sure I was still guzzling Jim Beam out of the bottle at around 6:30 in the morning. After spending all night, razing everyone's campsite, causing general discomfort for everyone, the liquor won out, and I succumbed to slumber at some point. Not sure when, though.
Gmoneyluv and Psy, get the Golden Moose award for their efforts in that night's debacle.
Sunday, the sad day of leaving. I awoke to Psy at 11am, still drunk, hungover and dehydrated. I received some food and water, but the sad goodbyes made me feel even worse. Leaving Day is not a great day, though most wanted to be home, myself included.
Folks tricked down the hill, that could, and watched Uncle E attempt to break a BK16 and BK17. He was unable to do so.
I left around 2pm and barely made my daughters last game of the tourney.
All in all, this Gathering was probably the best one yet, with 26 people in attendance, and some of the greatest, coolest, and most fun folks I've had the honor to hang out with.
I owe some of you an apology, but I owe all of you a whole bunch of thanks. I had a great time, so did E, and not to worry, fall will be here before you know it.
Moose
Derek and Pointy showed up that evening, and we just kinda chilled out, and enjoyed the space sans people for a while. With some damn good eats made by Derek and Pointy. That night was asian soup with udon noodles, and it was magnificent.
Thursday morning, brought on the work. We cut up wood, hauled gravel, raked, flew sails, cut targets, and a myriad of other last minute chores that needed to be done. Later that evening, Murph, Todd, and Mrs. Nuge arrived. They got setup, and we had a few drinks. Thrillbilly, 1066Vik, Psyop, and Chambear showed up late that night as well. The tension building for Friday was nearly too much to handle. Derek and Pointy whipped up some Shephard's pie and taters.
Friday morning, folks came pouring in like we was giving away food and liquor. Which we were. I don't know how many arrived while I was taking my daughters back to civilization, but when I got back, almost all the sites were full, and there were new faces everywhere.
Friday was kind of a "let the noobs settle in", and general fellowship day. It was truly something of wonder. We settled in to some good times, and Uncle E's Chili cooking class was awesome. We finished the night up with an early morning drink, and BS session.
Saturday, we got everyone down the hill at 10am for E's Survival Kit Class, based on the kit and skills of of Albert Johnson. After a brief interlude, we headed back up the hill, for some more learning, and fun. My knife class sucked, as I was a complete ferret/doorknob after my BK16 broke. It got a little better at the end, but for the most part, I considered it a failure due to me entirely. I do apologize, to all that attended.
We got our Goose52 Sheath contest on, a one stick fire. Nix won, but generously gave it to a young man named Drake, who was Uncle E's great nephew in law. Drake was an awesome kid, and very a enterprising young man. Since he didn't have a BK2, he sold the sheath to Psy, and in turn, bought himself a Kraton handled Kabar.
Our Top Shot Competition began with a blowgun balloon shoot at 17yds. Followed by a 21' Tomahawk throw, and finished with a 22LR Sucker Shoot at 25yds. Derek's brother Jack was the winner. He got a sterile saber ground BK16. Everyone else, got a BKT/KA-BAR bottle. I made the contest just confusing enough that everyone involved thought I was crazy. Little did they know, I was.
Saturday Night, the Drinking with Moose class went very well. I'm pretty sure I was still guzzling Jim Beam out of the bottle at around 6:30 in the morning. After spending all night, razing everyone's campsite, causing general discomfort for everyone, the liquor won out, and I succumbed to slumber at some point. Not sure when, though.
Gmoneyluv and Psy, get the Golden Moose award for their efforts in that night's debacle.
Sunday, the sad day of leaving. I awoke to Psy at 11am, still drunk, hungover and dehydrated. I received some food and water, but the sad goodbyes made me feel even worse. Leaving Day is not a great day, though most wanted to be home, myself included.
Folks tricked down the hill, that could, and watched Uncle E attempt to break a BK16 and BK17. He was unable to do so.
I left around 2pm and barely made my daughters last game of the tourney.
All in all, this Gathering was probably the best one yet, with 26 people in attendance, and some of the greatest, coolest, and most fun folks I've had the honor to hang out with.
I owe some of you an apology, but I owe all of you a whole bunch of thanks. I had a great time, so did E, and not to worry, fall will be here before you know it.
Moose
I will PM you my address for the golden Moose.
