Hunting Camps
Man you gentleman have some nice camps. I don't own a camp but I was adopted by my best friends uncle and son. My friend Terry took me up to a place called Carsonville in New Brunswick and I met his uncle Grover his son Doug and grandson Ryan. Two other guys were boyhood friends of Dougs and they are like sons to Grover. Lloyd and Brian are a hoot to be around and make a weekend with them worth the trip. I am the armorer for the camp, if someone is looking for something in guns, scopes and hunting knives I usually come up with something. My job before the season starts is zero in the guns and sharpen all the hunting knives. Nobody smokes in the camp, drinks too much and gets out of hand and definitely doesn't shoot before or after the allowable hunting hours. The guys drink after hours when the guns are put away, and the cards come out. Before the season starts we all go to the camp and clean it up for the season. Clean the carpets, wash all plates and drinking implements and do any maintenance needed for the season.
I am disabled and can't pitch in as much as the other guys but I always give something to one of the camp owners. I have given guns and knives to the family members over the years in appreciation of being welcomed into the family. It's the place to be the weekend before the season opens for deer. The guys are usually involved in a Moose hunt prior to the deer season. They hunt ducks on the St John river and they save a good size deer roast from last years hunt for the Sunday feast. Doug cooks a Moose, and Deer roast in the oven along with marinated duck breasts on the barbecue.
It's probably the best meal of the year. Everyone is excited about the opening day and most don't want to shoot anything early in the season and spoil the hunt for themselves. If the eight hunters get two or three deer in the area we stop hunting and just go out and observe. It might sound stupid but we want to make sure the deer aren't over hunted, and we don't tell others where the big ones are. Let the big ones multiply so we have a strong deer population. I love going to the camp, it's quiet during the day and no one smokes in the camp. The sound of the wood crackling in the camp stove the sound of laughter and friendly teasing makes the camp better than Christmas.
Man you gentleman have some nice camps. I don't own a camp but I was adopted by my best friends uncle and son. My friend Terry took me up to a place called Carsonville in New Brunswick and I met his uncle Grover his son Doug and grandson Ryan. Two other guys were boyhood friends of Dougs and they are like sons to Grover. Lloyd and Brian are a hoot to be around and make a weekend with them worth the trip. I am the armorer for the camp, if someone is looking for something in guns, scopes and hunting knives I usually come up with something. My job before the season starts is zero in the guns and sharpen all the hunting knives. Nobody smokes in the camp, drinks too much and gets out of hand and definitely doesn't shoot before or after the allowable hunting hours. The guys drink after hours when the guns are put away, and the cards come out. Before the season starts we all go to the camp and clean it up for the season. Clean the carpets, wash all plates and drinking implements and do any maintenance needed for the season.
I am disabled and can't pitch in as much as the other guys but I always give something to one of the camp owners. I have given guns and knives to the family members over the years in appreciation of being welcomed into the family. It's the place to be the weekend before the season opens for deer. The guys are usually involved in a Moose hunt prior to the deer season. They hunt ducks on the St John river and they save a good size deer roast from last years hunt for the Sunday feast. Doug cooks a Moose, and Deer roast in the oven along with marinated duck breasts on the barbecue.
It's probably the best meal of the year. Everyone is excited about the opening day and most don't want to shoot anything early in the season and spoil the hunt for themselves. If the eight hunters get two or three deer in the area we stop hunting and just go out and observe. It might sound stupid but we want to make sure the deer aren't over hunted, and we don't tell others where the big ones are. Let the big ones multiply so we have a strong deer population. I love going to the camp, it's quiet during the day and no one smokes in the camp. The sound of the wood crackling in the camp stove the sound of laughter and friendly teasing makes the camp better than Christmas.
