As I said earlier, the hunt is more than the taking or attempting to take the animal one is in pursuit of.  It’s the whole ball of wax.  The people, the camp, the environment, the EVERYTHING, all rolled up into a perfect circle.

When things seem to be about to end it all, up steps everyone to help get things back on track.  Like going down a bumpy, rocky road, things can and do happen.

Ouch!  That one will slow us down a bit.

Well, it only took an hour or so and we were on our way, only this time back toward camp instead of away from it.  No sense taking any more chances without a spare of getting farther away.

Back at camp things are always on the happy side of everything.

If you can’t tell from the pictures, we are having quite a time telling stories, pointing fingers at who is to blame and in general, just having fun.

But it’s not all about laughing and cutting up.  Sometimes you have to eat.

Food takes on another dimension when camping and when it is cold outside it even tastes all that much better.  We ate well on this hunt.  Steak, Eggs, Burgers, Hot Dogs, Pork Chops, Hash Browns, Onions, Dry Dogs Pickled Eggs, Kipper Snacks, Vienna Sausages, Home Made Jerky, Pork Hocks, Bacon and a whole variety of sweet and tasty treats.

Tracker brought out some “famous” Hostess donuts one morning and the first thing said was he could sell them on ebay…the bidding started at $5!  But ended when he insisted anyone who wanted one of the prized “last of the little guys, never more to be seen on store shelves”, could have one until they were all gone.  The folks dug in!

And the box was passed around…..

Some getting more involved in the eating than others, but soon all the little donuts were gone.  And in celebration, the box the little donuts came in was sacrificed for all eternity.

The END of an ERA………..well maybe.

Well, in our camp it doesn’t end with food and good times.  We have our celebrations when it comes to someone bringing in a big old buck.  The ceremony is one that is earned by the hunter and is a cherished tradition…”The Kill Jug”!  (Mind you, only hunters over 21 are allowed the alcoholic versions of the kill jug.  Those not wishing to participate with alcohol can opt for non-alcohol drinks and under age people get mini spicy v-8 drinks).

A fine little drink only meant for the King of the camp!

OH YA BABY!  That even made me shake and made the picture blurry because of the grimace that followed the drink……

And the next day there were even more surprises in store for the camp king!  Thank you Tracker….ARE THOSE FOR ME??????

Fuzzy Navels every one.

So, you should be getting the idea that our camp is full of fun and exciting and sometimes really ridiculous things.  But it is all meant to be joyful for both the recipient of a good joke and to the one pulling the joke off.  We do sometimes get serious…..hmmm….I’m just not sure when.

Bears Butt

Dec. 1, 2012