We love the Fort Sisseton Historical Festival. We love the beautiful countryside, the wonderfully restored fort, the June weather. Every spring we head just a little west for days of revisiting old friends, the Swanson’s, the Patrick’s, the McCaffre’s, and more. The festival has lots to offer, art, mountain men, soldiers cowboys, wagons, , campfires, and fun.
Our JT has an annual hunting expedition down to Windom with his old buddy Wally. Every year he gears up, sorts through his blaze orange clothing, prepares his weapon, oils his boots, and sets off.
He always gets a deer, usually early Saturday morning. I think for him, the hunting is a combination of putting food on the table and being with like minds. Men who can get down and grubby, take naps, drink beer, talk about manly things. They have a week of fried potatoes and bacon, steaks, smoked meats, and bad movies on Wally’s ancient VCR. A week of bonding and becoming hunters, ancient providers.
This is a week that must always be!
Hey! you ate all the toast! (I did)