For the first time ever I have pictures of the Father and Sons Campout. Not that my guys don't go, but for some reason Doug doesn't feel it is necessary to document every moment of his life through photography. (This attitude is the bane of my blogging existence.) This year I put Matt in charge of getting me some pictures. As stated in previous rambling, when I hand over photographic control there is no telling what I may get. This time it was a lot of pictures of the scenery with precious little of the actual father or sons. But beggars can't be choosers.
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