She's much too smart to actually show up at deer camp. She just sends her delicious treats with Todd and I eat them. As far as camp bitches are concerned, we have Ryley and his whiny man-tits. Not great by any means, but we make do.

And Hank, you'll be happy to know that Jalapeno SPAM & Idaho instant mashers is on the menu for this weekend's Elk camp. Gotta keep the chute lubed from an over abundance of jerky & trail mix. All these fancy Chefs ain't got nothin' on Hormel.