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Autumn at Camp Jeff

I haven't seen too many signs of fall at this point, but the calendar tells me I should keep a sharp eye for the eventual arrival of color nights and shorter days. The only vegetation that is showing signs of stress is the back "lawn". I put that in quotes because I want to be clear, my back yard has no grass as we would normally classify it. What it has is a rather friendly collection of low growth weeds. These are now turning kind of a beige with red highlights color.

Our first hint of the upcoming fall season was the appearance of six wild turkeys in our backyard. A handsome rooster and his brood or harem, I'm not sure which, strutted into our yard about four days ago. They stroll through our neighborhood on an irregular schedule with no purpose that's apparent. Last evening, they decide to roost on my roof. I know it's kind of difficult to see, but there four of our drumstick totters that flew up there.





I, like many other Wisconsinites, am enjoying the unexpected victory of our Badgers over the LSU Tigers. Let me fill in some facts that made this win even more unbelievable. For those of you that are not slaves to all things NCAA Football, at the conclusion of last years commitment season, the time when high school recruits commit to the college of their choice, LSU was deemed by many experts to have signed the best group of recruits in the country. The LSU starting running back Leonard Fournette was in the mix for the Heisman Trophy, which is awarded to the best college football player of the year. Only one bad performance against Alabama presumably cost him the honor. And against all of that and LSU's preseason ranking at number five the matchup had the look of another defeat for Bucky. But that is why the game is played on a field instead of on paper.
My golfing bro's and I are looking forward fall Golf. The biggest difference between fall and summer golf is that every fallen leaf looks like a golf ball so that good walk spoiled becomes a little more challenging. Also, now that summer vacations are over it will be easier to schedule. We play nine holes of golf unless it's  hot, wet, cloudy or otherwise uncomfortable.

We are finally at an age where golf is not a challenge it's outdoor outing with good friends with a mind toward fellowship and good conversation. And that is what it is until someone hits a couple of really good shots in a row. Someone once said that if there is one sailboat on the lake, it's sailing. If there are two boats, they are racing.

No one in my group gets so angry with themselves that they throw clubs or anger fits. We all need to save our energy just to finish playing.

So I leave you all now, as I sit at Camp Jeff gazing at the sun rising above the Plain of Poop on the Shores of Lake Maria. I wish you a good week. May the wind blow all of your leaves into your neighbor's yard.


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