Uncle Doug

Doug Baxter came up from Wausau for the weekend.

Three of us hunters cleaned the shack on Saturday: Doug, Dad, and I. We scouted the woods a bit, armed for grouse, looking for deer sign.
Sunday, the kids and I, with Phil and his son, picked up a truckload of slabwood for kindling from a guy that Pete Centner knows. And since our yard had the appropriate amount of storage facilities for a household without a truckload of slabwood, I built another shed this afternoon. Some people collect stamps, others whittle mallards, I build sheds.