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SS Minnow…

Yes this is the first time the Kampin’ crew was ship wrecked.   Here is what happened:

It is Saturday early evening and we decide that after being drunk all afternoon and now sobering up it would be better to pack up tonight and drive home.  This way we would have a day at home, Sunday,  to detox prior to going back to work.  This was going well and we successfully returned the rental fishing boat and had brought back 85% of the gear on the pontoon.  Things were going slower than we hoped, chalk that up to MN time, and it got a little dark.  We had to get gas and make one final trip to the island site to get the other guys and the reaming gear…

Even though it was dark Tom was confident that it would not be an issue, we had Mike’s shitty GPS and Tom said “I know this lake the the back of my hand”.  We started off and things were fine though the passes between islands seemed ‘new’ we were headed in the correct direction when CRUNCH!! we hit a rock.  We backed up and all seemed well as we were now on course to the site.  After a few minutes the boat starting leaning to one side and it got worse and worse until we crippled into the bay where our site was located.

Once we came in (about 10 pm) we fought over what to do and we all came up with some lamebrain ideas and tried to execute them.  The over all plan was solid, drain the water out of the pontoon and plug the hole with duck tape.  Where we fell apart was the fact the we all suck at working together and the fact that there was about 1500 gallons of water in the pontoon and it was not going to move.

Top 3 Worst Ideas:

1. Turn the boat around and drag it out of the water.
2. Use a leaver. (Thanks Brian)
3. Drive the crippled bout out into the bay and come in hot and plow it on shore. (I thought it was gonna sink)

So at about 2am we gave up and we called the ranger and asked him if he would get us so we could get some gear for the night.  The ranger said “I am not driving in the lake at night” and gave us a number to call in the morning.

To Be Continued…

Kampin’ was not complete until…

Lance and I were heading home Sunday night and I felt that Kampin’ was missing something… Until we drove past Bo-Dereks house and there he was in the rain walking around eating a burger with his shirt off.

Ahh… much better!

Nobody Believe us when we say Night Train is a mean mean wine….

One minute Brian was up happy and shooting the field bow at an apple on Tree Burger’s head, the next minute he is down for the count… Please note the barbecue sauce still on his face from lunch…

Goodbye Bo Derek :(

It has been a good run but if you love it you need to let it go.  We will miss you Bo…

Operation Night Train Hope

Brent, Lance, Tom and the Aussie went out for some casting (not fishing because they do not catch shit) and need a RAS of the Train.

Here is a photo montage of the event…

Super Hotness!

Aussie in a Speedo

The Aussie still has a hot body check him out in his speedo.

Night Train is a Bad Mistress…

The Aussie and Brian have gotten their cherries popped by Night Train.  It is a mean wine!

“When I look to the left it takes a while for my line of site to move to the left”  -Brian

“It not cherry popped it is cherry fuckin’ exploded” –Aussie

I hope we get good weather for the boat ride back.

The boat ride here sucked, we almost capsized two times and were soaked to the bone.  We toughed it out and decided not to wear our life vests since it might interfere with the look of Matt’s Mullet.

And for all you ladies, that is Lance’s ass in the first picture.

Lance just made another Black Beauty….

Lance is as proud as a new father to the birth of his Black Beauty….Nuff said..

Boats –n- Hos

Brent and Brian off on their adventure….We were hoping that they would not come back so that we could have their share of Jeremy’s delicious goat and lamb meat.

Matt kept us stocked with fire wood…

Matt was very concerned that we would run out of wood, so he decided to take down a dead one while Lance enjoyed his 1st King of the trip.

Tom Caught one, but had to throw it back.

We didn’t catch much because we were drunk most of the time.