The Cove, June 09
Hooray for peectures!
Last weeks camping trip behind the cut...
So, we went to The Cove last weekend. Its about 20 minutes west of me in Winchester, has a lake and the real selling point was that they have a "rifle range." Really, its nothing more than an open area on the side of a mountain, covered in shotgun shells and crap. But hey, we brought guns camping!
Mike, Troy and Amelia got there Thurs, followed by Mike's sister Christina and myself Fri morning. Hey look, its Troy being a goofball.
Then Mike decides to gross Chris out while she's playing with my (unloaded) revolver
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The rest of the day was spent drinking, talking and waiting for everyone else to show up. Sat morning, it took us awhile, but once awake and moving, we loaded up the truck.
Since we decided to protect the guns by putting them inside the truck, and the rest of us rode in the bed. 9 adults, in the bed of Mike's truck, going up a 35 - 45 degree incline. Needless to say, it was a little scary. Really funny, but scary moments none the less. But, as we got closer, we all heard something that made our ears and penises (penii?) stand up. We pulled in, to be greeted by this:
Fully automatic belt fed something I can't remember. Ask Mike or Jack. Still, six foot erection with a cheeseburger on the end. After watching in awe/lust for a few moments, we settled down to firing our comparably paltry weapons.
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While I was off taking picture and playing with my gun, Mike made friends with the owner of the belt fed whatever, who traded with Mike: The other dude got to play with Mike's FN, and Mike got to play with an MP5, on auto.
I'm waiting for more pictures to come, so hopefully there might be one of me in there somewhere. Anyway, after 3 hours, we got hot and cranky and decided to go back to camp. After a few beers, Amelia, Christina and I walked down the the beach to have a swim.
Then it sucked cuz we were soaked to the skin, and had to walk back.
And of course, Mike just had to get a pic of my ass...
And then we all got really drunk, sat down and cleaned our guns.
Dave Alinez showed up really wasted, and proceeded to do teqila shots with Holmes. Chris got really drunk, and she was also abusing my spritz all weekend. Then she puked everywhere after Randy and Mel fed her meade. OK, not everywhere, she was actually a very neat puker.
Oh, and I brought a cake with a Grim Reaper on it, cuz everyone but me is really old.
Then we all went home and fell down, cuz this much fun is hard work.
Bella says, "Fuckers left me all alone in a box! For 48 hours!"
Last weeks camping trip behind the cut...
So, we went to The Cove last weekend. Its about 20 minutes west of me in Winchester, has a lake and the real selling point was that they have a "rifle range." Really, its nothing more than an open area on the side of a mountain, covered in shotgun shells and crap. But hey, we brought guns camping!
Mike, Troy and Amelia got there Thurs, followed by Mike's sister Christina and myself Fri morning. Hey look, its Troy being a goofball.
Then Mike decides to gross Chris out while she's playing with my (unloaded) revolver
.
The rest of the day was spent drinking, talking and waiting for everyone else to show up. Sat morning, it took us awhile, but once awake and moving, we loaded up the truck.
Since we decided to protect the guns by putting them inside the truck, and the rest of us rode in the bed. 9 adults, in the bed of Mike's truck, going up a 35 - 45 degree incline. Needless to say, it was a little scary. Really funny, but scary moments none the less. But, as we got closer, we all heard something that made our ears and penises (penii?) stand up. We pulled in, to be greeted by this:
Fully automatic belt fed something I can't remember. Ask Mike or Jack. Still, six foot erection with a cheeseburger on the end. After watching in awe/lust for a few moments, we settled down to firing our comparably paltry weapons.
.
.
While I was off taking picture and playing with my gun, Mike made friends with the owner of the belt fed whatever, who traded with Mike: The other dude got to play with Mike's FN, and Mike got to play with an MP5, on auto.
I'm waiting for more pictures to come, so hopefully there might be one of me in there somewhere. Anyway, after 3 hours, we got hot and cranky and decided to go back to camp. After a few beers, Amelia, Christina and I walked down the the beach to have a swim.
Then it sucked cuz we were soaked to the skin, and had to walk back.
And of course, Mike just had to get a pic of my ass...
And then we all got really drunk, sat down and cleaned our guns.
Dave Alinez showed up really wasted, and proceeded to do teqila shots with Holmes. Chris got really drunk, and she was also abusing my spritz all weekend. Then she puked everywhere after Randy and Mel fed her meade. OK, not everywhere, she was actually a very neat puker.
Oh, and I brought a cake with a Grim Reaper on it, cuz everyone but me is really old.
Then we all went home and fell down, cuz this much fun is hard work.
Bella says, "Fuckers left me all alone in a box! For 48 hours!"