Camping is OK

OK,

No really. Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma. 

My first real camping experience was thanks to the Reese family. Eric and his parents took me and Charles to their land near Daisy, Oklahoma. A great lake, Sardis, is in the area. We spent several hours there, one day, fishing and goofing off with Yonav. But before you start any camping trip, you have to have an Italian dinner right? So, we set up camp right at dusk, well those guys did. I just had to park the van. So, I helped Chuck set up his tent in the dark. Much cussing ensued. Yonav watched, but I digress. On to the Italian restaurant. Pete's Place in Daisy, Oklahoma. (www.petes.org) This place brews their own beer, called Choc beer, (named after the Choctaw Indians that they encountered when they settled the area)  Most of the tables were set in private rooms. Pete's is truly old school Northern Italian cuisine. All the entrees were good, but the white sauces were the best. They constantly bring out meatballs, spaghetti, bread, olives and ravioli just to keep food on the table at all times. We ate family style where everyone ordered something different: Lasagna, Chicken Parmesan, Chicken Alfredo, Lamb Fries, and Shrimp Parmesan. I stole most of the Chicken Alfredo from Eric's mom. Thanks, Mrs. Reese. Eric's dad ordered Lamb fries (aka fried Lamb balls) -- I know -- but the shit was good. We stuffed ourselves before heading back to the campsite and I bought a six pack of their home brew for the road.

    

Ah Italiano

Pablo Escobar (aka Eric Reese) with Charles

The first full day, we went to Sardis lake and tried to do some fishing, but it was too cold and Yonav was in the water the entire time. He had a much better shot at spearing the fish.

I got this

Bringing it

The hills surrounding the lake were gorgeous, laden with colors of Fall.

Toyota Commercial?

White Falcons flew overhead

There was even fine dining

The fowl in the area ruled the roost.

The Pier

Swallows' nests

Fishing hole

Now, you see here...

Ready to roll


Ah the smell of burning wood.

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The Guy took great interest in his chef duties

The campsite was at the base of a rolling hill. We were near the tallest hill in America. In order for a hill to become a mountain, it must surpass the 2000 foot mark. This hill was 1999.99 feet. The walk up the hill was not without excitement. Loose boulders were abound. Eric stepped on a rock/boulder that rolled down the hill toward Yonav, who dodged it unfazed.

Did you see that?!?

Why you trying to kill me dude?

Da boys

Some cooter's house from a long time ago...Atkins' in ten years?

Back at camp, we drank, ate, and enjoyed the finer things in life, like Nocello with cigars.

The spot was spectacular and we even had a visit from a neighbor, who told us stories of wild boars and bears in the area. His best line was, "I don't go anywhere 'round here without my .45."

All I had was a Glock knock off .22 cal, made by ISSC, which jammed almost every time I shot it. I obviously don't recommend it. I will be returning it this week. Gonna pick up a Taurus .45 maybe or a .357 Magnum. Also, looking at a Walther 308, but can't really hunt with that. Luckily, we didn't need the guns for protection or hunting. We did some serious damage to Dr. Pepper and Coke cans however.

This was the end for Charles and the Reese family, but I stayed in Oklahoma and found Billy's Creek...