Long time, no post

Well, a little water has gone under the bridge since the last post.  I'll at least make an entry in case anyone is checking. I can start with "Tibo's Trailcam Highlights".  I let it run for a couple of weeks during the squirrel hunt weekend and when Denise had the computer in Baton Rouge.  There were 1200+ pictures, and about 1150 were of coons.  I can't seem to trap those dudes, but I'll keep trying.

Of course we have our regulars (from the last couple of days)...a real squirrel party in the afternoons!

The legendary black squirrel has made another pass through the neighborhood, and even gave me a muscle pose to prove how badass he is...we'll see when I turn Jack loose with the 20 gauge just how tough he really is.  I cannot abide being taunted by a rodent!

I had a blurry shot of a possum and one that potentially may have been a bobcat, but what I am really fattening up are the neighborhood coons...too bad they are so much trouble to cook.

The most exciting capture was of the first ungulate that ventured under the feeder...proof positive that further development may yield something significant for the freezer.  Meanwhile, a coon is figuring out another way to get the salmon catfood out of the hav-a-hart trap without getting caught (he succeeded, BTW).

Since I don't have any recent yard or house upgrade pictures, you'll just have to take my word (or not) that there has been progress.  I did snap a few pictures of the annual squirrel hunt...which was greatly diminished when Big Daddy had a stroke a few days before.  He said it was the first squirrel hunt he missed in 57 years!  He's headed for a full recovery, and we've added strokes and heart attacks to the list of prohibited activities in October (like weddings and births).  Anyway, 3 Thibodeaux's and a Fell were there to represent.

I got there Thursday afternoon and used all of my almost forgotten Boy Scout powers to set up the camp.

Pat Fell came that evening and he and I hit the woods on a friggin, foggy Friday morning to see if we could start scratching up enough squirrels for the traditional Saturday jambalaya.  We got a good start.

Joe and Jack came Friday afternoon and added to the haul.

I think Jack shot an ambiguously gay squirrel based on what was in its mouth, but we can't really be sure.  Anyway, the boys debated the orientation of the squirrel and whether it could affect the jambalaya, but ultimately decided they all stewed up the same.

Afterwards, it was a semi-relaxing evening...the campfire was great, but the LSU game on the radio was a bummer since we lost to Ole Miss...it did save me from watching the debacle on the DVR.

All in all, a nice little campout...and that'll take me out for this blog post.  Maybe LSU will jump up and beat Alabama next weekend...if so, my post is sure to be a merry one.