The Flys Perspective

Buzz is the name and observing humans is the game. As you might guess, flys cant type, but it seems that sometime thuday I came across some sparkely dust as I was foraging for crumbs. Ever sence, i've been using this key board for a trampline.

Lets see, as I remember, Trina came out of the shower wearing something, eather a teddy or a bath robe. Being a fly its hard to keep things straight. What a suprize, there at the table sat lobo and what apears to be a camo babe, Daisy mae acording to her shirt. I buzz in for a closer look and nearly get smashed. After all the greatings were exchanged, the room was filled with the tantlizing aroma of grilled venison stakes. Checking to see how tender it was, I nearly got smashed again

Wednsday morning, camper brought out this big box of food and put it in his truck. Not wanting to miss a good picknick I slipped in under the cover. The next thing I knew, we were at a boat launch on the Raquitte River.

Dwight and Camper went up the river to see where the camp sites were while lobo and daisy loaded up there canoe. Meanwhile, Rico and son joe showed upand unloaded there stuff

Dwight and camper returned and every one was shaking hands and kissing the camo babe, must of been for good luck or something. Meanwhile, 6 canoes came bye looking for a camping spot. Dwight raced back up the river to lay clame on the one we wanted while camper finished loadind up

The first evening in camp, fire wood was collected and joe cought a nice wallie. I just love the smell of fish

Early Thursday morning, camper and lobo left camp and headed up to Axton landing to meet tom, moss and Red . Again I stoed away not wanting to miss the fun. As moss and red pulled in for the second time, Reds canoe was seen flowting out into the river. Red droped to his nees and begged camper to save his canoe which he did being the nice guy that he is.

It was a long 15 mile paddle back down to camp, and I was hoping that some one would be cleaning fish. Us flys just love fish. Once back at camp, chef camper put on a big pot of pork and venison simmered in homemade soup. What a feast, even I got some. I buzzed around and whispered in everyones ear " go fishing " and they did. Some really big pearch were cought along with some small bass and a northern, what a feast

Friday was a layed back day, a day for stories, jokes and pranks. As dwight and camper came back from fishing, they were met with a barrage of rockets which they nimbaly dodged. Camper then proceded to swipe Reds flag without him knowing it and won the day. Meanwhile, Rico and son joe were still out fishing, and it was getting late and verry dark. Caption Dwight and first mate tom cranked up the boat and went in search of them. Minuits passed, and turned into hours, then in the dark came the sound of an engine. Rico and son were saved from a horable fate. To prevent them from getting lost again, someone stacked all his coolers in front of his tent so he couldnt get out.

Did I mention the pack of coyoties in back of our camp that made a beer raid? Once thay found out that it was the GIRL, they left and never came back. Never seen such smart yotes.

Every one packed up camp and paddled down to the boat launch where we said our goodbuys to Rico and joe, who just hated to leave us. Seems as though there were a few water ballones being tossed about. Tom ran full spead up to camper and slamed one to the back of his head, but being protected by lobos specal majic dust, it just bounced off. Even Red had to get into the picture. Thinking he was going to give camper a bath he grabed onto him but being the slippery raskel that he is, droped to his knees, grabed Reds leg and down he went. Amasingly enough, he didnt spill a drop of the breu he was holding

Leaving the boat launch, they headed down streem tward the lake. Mile after mile they paddled wondering if they will ever get there. As we neared the lake, the wind picked up tossing Reds canoe about like a styrophome plate in a huricane.We all hooked up the boat at this point to be towed, except for moss who paddled on ahead in his sleek flag ship. Not wanting to get my delecate wings wet from the boat spray, I buzzed on up and rested on the bow of the flag ship

Soon enough, the wind became to much for our leader and he hooked up next to camper. On one of the many turns in the river, I noticed that my feet were getting wet. I yelled "hay camper, look at this". Camper glanced over at mosses canoe an with a big grin on his face comley said " MOSS!!!!! YOUR TAKING ON WATER!!!!"

LET ME GO , LET ME GO, screemed moss. Well! not wanting to dround, I buzzed over and landed on daisys sholder and buzzed sweetly in her ear, nearly got smashed again. Last time I land on a cano babe, wheeeeeu.

After an hour os so of bailing, we continued on asross the lake. When we got close enough, every one let go of the boat and made there way across the shallows while dwight went around in the channel

That night they cooked up the fish (yum) and what was left on the venison

I bribed a chipmonk to steel reds chocolate and cigerats and we went of and had our own party

Heres to another suscessful trip and looking foward to the next.