It’s come and it’s gone…and what a magnificent event it turned out to be. Once all the guests had arrived at my house around 9, we really did have a fantastic time laughing and strategerizin’ our hunt. I’ve decided that this post could also be titled “Jordin Falls Down: A Photo Essay.” He really did seem to be on the ground more often than not by the time he passed out for the night…

Anyway, the photos:

Hannah passed out at 10:30…it was a long day of work and driving.

My brother took over for me. It was for the best.

I nearly caught an elusive Sonya on film…

…and I had to corner her to snap a single image.

The hunters assembled outside of base camp (ie. my garage.)

Jordin kicked off the trip by knocking down a tree…

…and then falling flat on his back mid-trail.

The fiercest band of bigfeets hunters surveys a strip mine.

Jordin summed up the sentiment of our return by collapsing inches from Zoe on the cement.