“Harold, this is crazy! We’re never going to fit all that in the car.”
I had to agree with Mom on this one. We were shutting down the summer cabin early, and as usual, it meant bringing home lots of gear that had migrated there during our multiple ‘mini-vacations’. Unfortunately, Dad’s workload had exploded with a new contract, and it was unlikely we’d get back out to the house again that summer.
This season we’d accumulated more than ever. The coolers with all the game meat were the main culprits. We’d planned on the wild pig hunt earlier in the summer, but had to reschedule twice, due to weather. Mom and Aunt Marie had conniption fits when they found out we’d be hunting on the last day of our vacation. After a bit they settled down and gave in. Mom was a big believer in ‘male bonding’. Dad and I didn’t do enough together, other than watch football part of the year, by her way of thinkin’. We’d taken up hunting two years back, and even though it was pricey as hobbies go, it turned out to be good for us. It brought us closer, and though we were usually all business during the hunt, we opened up a good bit during our outings. Truth is, it was kind of cool.