Wellll, leeneia...

Another floor to sweep... I don't sweep or do dishes... I cook.

Another bathroom to clean... I disconnected the bathroom sink and toilet. There is an outhouse. There are sdishes to be washed.

Another lawn to mow.... I just sold my bike (ATV)... drive that around the yard and flatten the tall grass. Not all of it, of course. It's cover for the rabbits and partridge and snakes and such. Plus, the clover brings moose and deer to feed. See that screened in porch? When the sun is on that, you can sip and ale in the leather LazyBoy recliner and the animals don't know you are there.

We need toilet paper and we're miles from a store.... WHAT?!!! Swipe is on the TOP of my list. If you run out, ask gnu - he's got a shitload on hand.

Buy worms... Fly fishing does not require worms. Now, if ya really NEED bait, just crank the bike up to about 80kph and smile a big grin. Then, pick the bugs outta yer teeth... bait.

Clean guns... not necessary unless you take them outta the case. As for bears in the middle of the night, I find a flashlight and a golf club quite sufficient.

Where did I put those canoe paddles?... the last canoe I was in was this one.

This life-vest smells funny.... see "canoe" above. Although, my buddy's young fellah does fish with worms. Dunno why he put them in my ATV box, but I found them two weeks later. Even the plastic box smells like rotten worms... two years later.

Gotta get the snowmobile an oil change... snowmobiling is a rich man's sport, sooooo, don't got nuthin to do with me!

Aren't you breathing easier now?... yees!! Didn't know I was THAT lucky. Hehehehehe.

Fireflies from the ground to the tree tops, so thick that you could sit in the porch and watch the nightlife.

Buck rabbits fighting for hours.

Bald eagle perched over the river on a pine crag twenty feet away.

Perrigrine falcon hunting from the upper deck railing.

Bear living under the camp.

That fuckin Whipoorwill singing incessantly all night long.

The Canada Jays eating from my hand.

Swamp Donkey "Ralph II" taking sugar and carrots from my hand... all one thousand pounds of him.

The ruffed grouse hen with her chicks.

The six point buck white tailed deer that wanted to fight me.

The night my bro and I got drunk on Alfred Lamb's Palm Breeze Amber Rum and Talked about long passed Dad until dawn.

The RCMP SWAT team that were after the local members of the Kent County Grass Growers Association.

Sleeping in the LazyBoy in the porch and being awakened by the high pitched whine of a billion skeeter wings with only the screen to save me from certain death.

Banging pans and dishes at zero dark hundred hours and singing old trad tunes... louder and louder as the complaints grew from the lads who were up far too late the night before. I warned them.

The night that Mr. Peanut arrived and the lads were laughing so hard that they had to go outside to pee and catch their breath.

The fucking sunflower seeds that brought the mice.

The mouse that ran from me and tried to run between Rocky's feet and...

sniff...

That's just a tiny snippet. I am so glad I bought it and now have those memories.

Thanks for the posts and the PMs. Essentially, now, The Mudcat Café is my camp.... Max's camp, of course. I'll cook, but, I still don't do dishes.