We were at the Moosehead for all of three days and we crammed in a zillion activities…a 1980s murder mystery dinner party, playing Pickle Sardines, wine tasting, walks, games, karaoke, hot tubbing, booze cruising, frisbee golf, football eating, lounging, fishing for mallows, shared meals, video taping, kissing, confessing…the list goes on and on.
When Unbahl showed up to carpool with us to the Moosehead he brought his fishing gear: vest, pole, and bait….okay, not bait. (Where was the bait, Unbahl?) Apparently, he, Barry and Turk Kurt had major plans to go fishing with hopes of catching a humongous fish. Apparently, luck was not on their side because they only caught a tiny baby fish. Nonetheless, they insisted on having their picture taken as if they had caught something that would feed all 16 of the Moosehead Crew! So funny, those MEN!
Barry and were re-hashing the 3 day event and our only complaint was that there wasn’t enough down time. With so many people, there was always something to do or somewhere to go. What a great thing to complain about, right?