Ah, she's brilliant. Miss, I finally got plans out the group chat. We get it. Four votes for a festival,

three for a city break. It's hard to adhere to everyone's needs. There's Betty with her oversized

tent. Sarah and her six foot eight boyfriend.

All right.

Roger Junior and his dog, Roger Senior.

And don't get us started on Mel.

But, like a marriage counselor, she's the one keeping things together.

All aboard Miss I finally got plans out the group chat.

Keep everyone's plans alive when you travel with us.

P, and O'Ferees, there is another way. I was at the deer hunting and fishing cabin that my grandfather and my great uncle Mick built after they came home from World War II.

The cabin was in Glenny, Michigan on the Al-Sabal River,

all-Sable River, I know I pronounce that wrong, but hang with me.

I had gone up to the cabin the week before rifle season started so I could get in a week of bow hunting

and cut some firewood and do some late season fishing and relaxed before

Grand Paul and Uncle Mick and Uncle Jim showed up for opening day of rifle season.

I was born and raised in Arizona and I had been an officer with one of the city departments

for five years at the time of the incident.

I took three weeks off every November to go to Michigan for deer season.

I had been going to the cabin for years when I would visit when I was a kid.

There were black bears around, but I had only ever actually seen one, but had seen tracks and

scat a handful of times. I believe the most dangerous critters up there were the mosquitoes for the most part. There was nothing up there

that would ever give me the heby-jibis and I'm not prone to getting the creeps. I worked in a decent-sized

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