What an awesome story!!! I love it! Our camp was built in 1982 by my father and uncles. They were diehard hillsgrove hunters, before they were able to purchase property, all 8 of them used to make the 3 and a half hour drive up and sleep in a van in the upper parking lot of camp mountain, they would sleep in that van for 3 or 4 days, hunting every legal minute! By the time I was old enough to go to the "hunting cabin" only 2 of my uncles and my father were still hunting camp mountain. Now it's down to just my dad and I. For the last 20 years, as my father and I hunt our way around the mountain for deer, turkey and small game, it seems like every spot has a special story about one of my uncles or a buddy of theirs that they brought along to hunt with, my dad loves re-telling the stories.
A lot of the spots mentioned, I am very familiar with. We regularly frequent the north side of the mountain due to our cabin being at the base, it makes for an easier drag out!
For the last few years, an older man named Skip has hunted off that rock pile stand out on the point, we often pass him in the darkness of the early morning as he slowly makes his way out there. It is now marked on our topo map as "skips spot"
3 years ago, I took the oldest of my 3 sons up for what has now become our annual small game opener squirrel hunt. This year was the first year my middle son was old enough to come along, and the weeks before, all the 2 of them could talk about was the "hunting cabin"
Thank you for sharing this story, it is beautifully written, and captures the spirit of hunting perfectly. My love for camp mountain runs deep, it nice to see that it is shared by others.