The kids at Kamp Koop enjoyed an afternoon of gun toting good fun this past Sunday. Shots were fired and birds fell. They fell down. The "de facto" winner of the day was Maury. Though his dismal skeet score in no way reflected his handicap (based solely on a sliding scale of charismatic chutzpah), his gray-scale garb, pumpkin slaying skills and dexterous verbosity (we now have a name for kounselor post-skeet kocktails: apres-skeet) won the adoration of the masses.
Mo, This Bud's for you
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