We had an addition while at Boyd’s, named Maggie Mae. She’s a Black Mouth Cur that changed my life. Our first impression, her, the owner of a dog adoption operation (Pawadise), Mirka, my wife, and, Mae went well. I dropped my cap while at camp and she felt welcome.
She still is getting better with every day. She’s a runner, she escaped the first night with us. She took off hours after our adoption had been approved. The campground was full. She was grazed by a car outside the campground. She ran back into the camp. I was chasing her for a solid hour, quite possibly. It was at night, BBQs were happening all over Boyd’s. It was stressful but a young bub and his sister helped us find her. With the help of other campers my wife, Clara, our first dog, and I got her in. This happened multiple times while we were staying at camp. She’s next to me know and she has developed into a more obedient dog since then.
Losing her were low points but the highs at the camp were extremely fun. She’d Catch crabs and found a homeless man in mangrove brush. I’m always impressed with her hunting abilities.
Clara and I only grew closer. Her sun bathing days at the camp with drinks and brews were some of the best days in my recent life.
Our camp met lots of great people and pets. Those connections will, at least, last a life time.
One of the greatest moments for me while camping in the Keys was in and on the water. I had lite work with a local Captain Conrad, I lasted a few trips with him but couldn’t commit while having two dogs at camp while Court was working at the campground.
Another great moment was with a retired Navy Sailor “Kev” we shot a couple hogs (hog wrasse). Spearfishing always proves for a strong bond. I was using my AB biller and stoned a hogfish, I was glad and am currently, very glad I still have my shot. The hog made a good filet. I was a not so salty gunner. I had a pot shot from that trip, that made for a better scene while at the camp.
Investing in a speargun while knowing what your doing, while diving, can change grocery bills, if interested in that sort of thing, is an addition to ones life. Knowing how to stone a fish is a big one too, where to place the shot to instantly kill a fish while preserving the body of the fish for a filet is very important…
Another great meet was from a retired Army and Coast Guard vet, Jon. He is a plethora of knowledge, much respect to the people in his company at any time. We drank, held let’s of conversation and ate good. “Good and hot” he’d joke. It was a meaningful time with him. I look forward to any future opportunities with him…
Friends and family ties grew over the time while at Boyd’s. I proposed to Court in our trailer, we signed for that trailer together, and what a day it was! That rambler home has made for lots of memories.
The upset was the terms I left the canpground on but, the Boyd’s family, the Hamilton’s have played a part in my life in the FL Keys for most of it.
Shaun Hamilton and I had a few boat trips that turned into lots of fun. My signage is still in the campground and in use. The Hamilton’s helped my life with Court through the two years while she was employed. There’s no bad blood there…
But…
…I curse the closing days of my time at Boyd’s but I won’t poison myself, i’ll Move past it knowing there were special times that I look back fondly.
