Camping tonight....camping tonight...camping in the old camp ground...

We're RV camping. Arrived yesterday expecting cooler temps than Cowtown but found sweltering close to 100 degree heat. Could have stayed home and done the same. Fired up the a/c in the RV and chilled out between outside walks and trips to the grocery store.

Guy with monster motor home walked over on our arrival for a little chit and chat:

Him: You hunt?

Me: Why do you ask?

Him: Your hat. It's camouflage.

Me: Oh. Yeah, I hunt.

Him: What for?

Me: Pigs.

Him: Oh, yeah, I hunt for pigs, too. Where do you hunt?

Me: The lounge in the Red Lion Inn, Holiday Inn has a great piano bar, Hooters. . . pretty much anywhere there are pigs to hunt.

Him: Huh?

I just love rocking the world of old rich farts who think they know everything.