Camp hopping let's say it. Or "Cottage" hopping as some of you others might say.
Anyway, we made a friend out there. A dangerous friend. But a friend none the less.
He was nice. My friend was feeding him from hand, which to say the least, was a terrible idea. But he meant no harm. He was small. Cute. He was pretty much just chillin' with us for an entire morning like a little pet!