It all started well enough, late that Saturday afternoon. The lads drove to the clearing at the end of the lane, far into the woods, where they put up their tents in a semi-circle. There were twelve guys including the groom-to-be, all in their late twenties or early thirties. Two of them were going to sleep in their pick-up trucks, and two shared a tent, so there were nine tents to assemble. All the guys helped out, and they were soon done. They put some wooden crates around an improvised camp fire, and sat drinking a few beers, buzzing with anticipation for the night ahead.