The first day, after a breakfast of breakfast burritos, we hit the water on a little pond about a quarter mile away. The fishing was okay. We caught mainly eight inch rainbows with our biggest one being about ten. After that, it was time for me to give a little class to the young’uns about knot-tying! After that, they were all quite the square knot-masters. Lunch was next and then it was time to go
shooting! Everyone brought weaponry in one form or another, and we all got to shoot a .22. For two of the youngest, it was their first time ever shooting, so that was a pretty cool day. Grandma also had a go with my .22, and I’ll tell you what, she is so accurate that it is actually terrifying to watch her shoot. She robin-hooded it twice through the bulls-eye without skipping a beat. Those two antelope she’ll shoot this week won’t stand even the tiniest of chance. We decided never to make her mad with a gun, and moved on. The Apprentice gave a cool class about edible plants, then we headed back. A slight cool rain was starting, and The Apprentice and I thought it was a great time to hit the pond with fly-rods and dry flies. A cold, wet hour later, we were only semi-successful, a rainbow each, what would become breakfast the next day. That night we played charades and had s’mores. It was a great day at Camp Wapiti, we decided.
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Camp Wapiti has showed me that we are free-range kids. Grandma and grandpa think so too, evidently. We have a blast every year, and it is a great bonding experience. It’s important that we teach the young guys to love the land, the critters in it, and He who made it.