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I used to go on a guy's fishing trip to a pal's cabin on a little glacial pond in NY. The usual card games, training videos, beer, food for 3 days every fall, for about 10 years. We all got too old after a while and then Bobby sold the camp, so done with that. The rules were no fighting, settle in cash in the card games, stay off the lake when drinking.
I also have for 35 years gone on father/son camping trips into the Adirondacks(Harris Lake/Rich Lake/Hudson headwaters) and maybe last year was the last year for that. Now the kids are so scattered it is hard to get everyone together. Those trips together were great times and no women screwing up the fun with their sense of propriety and decency(well, daughter Laura went many times, but she was more like us than them)(but not anymore). We learned all about hiking the high peaks, potato guns, why not to burn Omaha Steak coolers in the fire, why beer bottles always shatter the next day when you pull them out of the firepit, why not to leave food in the tents, etc. I like to think those were some of the best bonding experiences we could have ever had. No drinking on those trips. Now we go on Porsche runs in the same area, and also in Western North Carolina. Not the same, but still fun, still together.
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