We reached a point during our last night at the Elk Lake Camp that every joke opened with the phrase “Two monkeys walk into a bar.” What followed may or may not have made sense with that particular opening line - it usually didn't - but you can be sure that it was uproariously funny and unrepeatable here.
Fish camp evenings - particularly when the week's fishing is done and the next day’s agenda reads clean up and depart - get a bit, well, sloppy.
|Playing "Match the Hatch" with lantern-landing bugs|
|If we cooked it, it got RedHotted|
|The Morning After|
|Anyone missing an antler?|
I woke up the next morning unable to account for sore ribs until I realized that I had simply laughed too hard and too long the night before. I could, however, account for the fuzzy head.
You see, these two monkeys walked into a bar...