Smelly old goats

Well, we are off tomorrow, to the annual ‘guys’ camping trip. It’s ‘guys’ because the women really don’t want to come.
No running water, no showers, no flush toilets. Just the river and ‘pit’ toilets. No wonder the gals don’t want to come.
Three days of fishing in the stream and camping in tents. Always a good time.

So it’s Al and his three sons, Bill’s son and there may be a few guest. We will find out when we get there.

With any luck well catch some fish, not stick a fish hook in any important body parts.

Poor Wonder Girl will be left all alone, in a house that for three days, won’t get dirty. She and Al’s wife will probably go out for drinks one night or see a movie. WG has other friends to shop with. Then there is yard work to help pass the time. She may not miss me.

Al’s wife has one little weakness. She is uncomfortable staying by herself. She knows there is no reason for it. So she will bring the dog into her bedroom, lock the bedroom door and snuggle up with Betty. Betty is her little 9mm handgun. She’ll be fine.

Of course, the dangerous time will be when Al and I arrive home Monday afternoon.
No showers for three days, sweat, dust and fish essence. Three days growth of beard.
Our women will not want hugs from their long lost men. At least not until we smelly old goats have gotten in the shower.