Sean was at The Mouse House (their name for duck camp) all weekend and so Me and Bird were left at home. Let me just paint you a picture of The Mouse House...
It's a single wide trailer house that I'm pretty sure is older than I am.. in fact I'm almost positive it's older than I am. It is very run down on the outside...it looks exactly like a camp of some sort or maybe like an abandoned hideout for rednecks. On the inside it's decorated with random furniture and ducks and maps of the Bayou and Hunting magazines and Hunting paraphernalia everywhere! It smells a little like old feet and I think there might be a reason behind the name "Mouse House" Its definitely not stayed in by women, I'll just put it that way. It's perfect for the guys though, and it will sleep lots of people because of all the bunk beads!
Last year I went up with Sean to turn the water and heat on before season started and we discovered someone had stolen all of his Mojo duck decoys (duck decoys that move) and the bed room door. Yes you did just read that someone stole the bed room door. The funny part was that the guys at the camp next door said they helped the old man that lives down the road install a new bed room door in his trailer house. Coincidence? I think not.
This year when we went up there Sean thought someone had stolen his MoJo ducks again and all his hunting clothes that were left there... turns out his Dad had already come to camp and had gotten them so they wouldn't get stolen this year. Whew!
Anyway...When Sean came back from the mouse house I took pictures of his weekend kill (more dead animals..I know...)










I watched them for a long time, then Banjo decided to go investigate...


