The Wild Game Feed in Irvine this year was another success. There is nothing quite like a bunch of men getting together to drink beer and eat. There were contests, games, demonstrations, raffles, and just plain fun. The food was great as always, and the camaraderie of the men was fantastic.
I set up my shelter and tables with a few chairs, opened
some jars of pickled quail eggs I always bring along, and talked with anyone
that came by. Cigars were exchanged,
stories were swapped, and I’m quite certain some of the fish tales were not
based entirely on reality. (What is it
Again, I must congratulate the members of the Annual Wild
Game Feed on the superb planning, execution and management of this event. It works like a well-oiled machine.
Well, the food is gone, the beer kegs are empty, and the
cigars are just stubs in the ashtrays.
Now the waiting begins for next year’s Annual Wild Game Feed. Waiting, waiting, waiting…