Two weeks ago we had taken our family and another family down to our "River". Jon had brought along the last of the fireworks from the fourth. Kids joyfully set these off all weekend. When it was time to pack up I made the announcement that NO fireworks were returning home. So destroy the ones that were left and let’s get going. Bright thinking kids decided to stash their booty. A string of 400 black cats were placed into the fire pit. Then the ashes were scraped over them so no adult would find the evidence. Pretty deep thinking for the 8-10 age group. So last night I get a phone call from Uncle Marshall, on his cell phone :-) It seems he and some of his buddies decided to go to the River for the weekend. As it got a little chilly, this group decided to light a
fire. Yes, I can tell you know where this is going. They were fishing on the barge when the fire burned down low enough to ignite the black cats hidden there. Uncle Scott said they believed they were coming under sniper attack :-)
 Don't you know that was a sight to behold! All those big brave guys hitting the deck and scrambling off the barge!!  ;-D