Happy Birthday, Fish Prince!

In honor of Lee's birthday, today I'm going to tell you about the camping trip he took last weekend, which is-- I'm sure-- a Birthday Thing of his. [Excuse the iphone pictures.]

First there was a gang of boys. Men, to be exact. A few brave wives/girlfriends, but mostly men.

And also one brave dog.

And lots of guns, the names of which I do not know or care to know, but which seem make men happy and therefore must be cool.

There was a skeet thrower...

And there were even some leg holsters like Lara Croft, Tomb Raider.

And there was a shooting contest--because they wouldn't be boys if it did not turn into some sort of contest.

They made loud noises, drank keg beer, ate something that used to have a heartbeat for dinner, and slept outside despite temperatures in the upper 20s.

To Lee, I don't think 24 hours could get any better.

Happy Birthday, Fish Prince.

Thirty-three is your year.