We had fun.  I'll let others tell their own tales.

I stayed up for Sunday evening.  I was being lazy and not getting out to sight in my rifle or I would have had the scare of my life-

For 15-20 seconds, it sounded to me (while I played solitaire at the cabin) as if there was a battle on North Flat between two guys with fully-automatic 9mm's.
Looks like it's gonna be awhile before I get that rifle sighted in!
Some of you may recall that we'd noted a deep crack down the trunk.  We'd had fun poking sticks into it. (Editor's note: the branch finally fell to the ground winter, 2008-9.)

In the evening I called in a fox on Hummingbird.  I heard the rustle behind me, found him 15 feet away.

Ted, your call was stomped into the ground by your bed.