Man Fest

Man Fest.

What's Man Fest you might ask? Good question!

My husband moved first from Atlanta to our college town for me. Then he got a job in my tiny hometown teaching and so he moved to a town of less than 300 people. So, from Atlanta to a town as rural as you can get in less than a year was a pretty drastic change. He's embraced the small town life and loves it (dare I say) even more than me on most days. The one thing we both miss the most is having our closest friends around.

Solution? Man Fest: A weekend in the woods with his best "man friends" from multiple states at my family's large farm (and when I say farm I mean tons of acres with a tiny cabin, pond, and the hope of deer and turkey).
No women are allowed (not even our female puppy, Dixie).
No cell phones (except for his mandatory check in text message once a day so I can pass the word to the other wives and girlfriends that they're all still alive).
Just men, guns, alcohol, and the great outdoors for a weekend.

Now these men are not hunters by any means, but they will pretend this weekend. Benjamin even got a complete camo outfit for his weekend of pretend hunting! It always provides

This is the second Man Fest. The first was held in March on a weekend filled with freezing rain and mud up to their knees. For an entire weekend with five "healthy" boys they only took one crockpot of BBQ, chex mix, and beer. No water. Nothing else. Needless to say when they returned home on Sunday morning they were freezing and starving. I fixed a breakfast with over five pounds of meat and two dozen eggs, which was quickly devoured.

This time they're doing more planning. Well, for these men. At least they plan to bring water this time . . . .

What does the man in your life do to connect with his guy friends?