I just got back from Fl yesterday and Sunday was my last day there. Sunday afternoon was spent at the "Lone Cabbage Fish Camp", outside of Cocoa Fl, on the St John's River, with the kids. Unlike a true fish camp, this place had a southern rock band, served gator tail dinners, had airboats, bass boats, plenty of Harleys in the parking lot, a couple of sand hill cranes walking around, and more true "Rednecks in one spot than is legal. Here's a few pics of the place I used to spend my Sunday afternoons at. The last pic is of my daughter, granddaughter and grandson. My Grandson is in his dirt bike clothes. He broke his foot that morning when he wiped out. He's six years old.