Every year for the past 25 plus years, I have hosted what has been referred to as “deer camp” during the first week of gun season, for my sons, my nephew, and some of their friends from college. Normally, when you think of “camp” it evokes images of tents, sleeping bags, campfires, and no running water-unless there is a nearby stream. This camp is my home, complete with big screen TV and full sized pool table. The group has evolved over the years, but some of the practices remain constant. One of those is the annual ritual of pulling out scrapbooks with the pictures of deer bagged in previous years.
Pictures are labeled: “My first deer,” “Biggest buck of the year,” “Most typical rack,” “Farthest drag,” etc. As the pictures are viewed, each year’s hunt is recalled in great detail by all who were involved. Each image evokes feelings of … Read More