Ah, what a day, the last weekend of deer season in Fl. Hunted this morning in the fog, saw nothing but fog. Hey but this is party day, the last Saturday of the season. We came out of our stands and congregated at the hunting camp. Last time I looked, we had chicken, london broil, backstrap and oysters on the grill. Oh, and of course copious ammounts of beer. We shot clay birds for money, I lost most of mine. But the fellowship, thats what its all about. A good time was had by one and all.