Spam ala Jake

As luck would have it, Jake decided to pay a visit to the hunting camp over the weekend. He was only able to stay Saturday night and part of Sunday. Any longer than that and his large harem of swooning, teenage girls goes into withdrawals.

He came to camp well prepared for a night in the great outdoors:

• Sleeping bag
• Cell phone
• 4 cans of "Dinty Moore" beef stew
• 1 orange hat

After realizing that he'd forgotten his can opener, he sifted through our gear until he found one. In the search, he uncovered a can of his favorite mystery meat, "Spam" I believe is it's proper name.

After he downed two cans of beef stew, he decided to top them off with a nice stove-roasted, meat pop.

Notice the ease with which Jake multi-tasks, texting while roasting meat on a stick.

If anyone would like the recipe, shoot me an email and I'll jot it down for you.

Doing my manly duty

It's that time of year again, when otherwise sane people leave the comforts of home opting instead for a "bed" on the cold ground after a nice meal of canned chili.

Count me among the insane.

I'll be heading into the great outdoors with my psycho brother for a week or so. Should this happen to be my final blog entry prior to my death from exposure, please know that I love you guys and that I've lead a full life.

I hereby leave my new wetsuit to Paul.