You don't know how lucky you are...
This goes out to all you fellows and women who go to camp every year... You don't know how lucky you are!!!
Why do I say that? Here's why:
When I started hunting, 10 year ago, one day of the week of Thanksgiving my father would take my two brothers and I out to shoot our deer guns, even when we knew we really didn't need to. Saturday after Thanksgiving was for getting supplies, getting all packed up and ready to go. Sunday was for the trip to the cabin, where we would meet up with anywhere between four and seven cabin members. Its all I could wait for growing up; going to hunting camp for the first day. Although my experience was horribly short, only lasted for two years, I loved every minute of it.
I look here on this forum and see all the camps, the camaraderie, the stories and experiences. The photos tell an all too familiar and missed story. I am truly envious. I can't wait until I can make that a tradition again. However, being the broker than broke college student that I am, that dream is far down the pipeline, at least for now.
Also, for those of you that bring your younger hunters (mentored youths and youth hunters) to camp, your even luckier than the others; to get the chance to introduce them to a potentially life long tradition, as well as, what I consider to be, "The <span style="font-style: italic">Real</span> Passage to Manhood (or perhaps Womanhood)." I don't know for sure, but if their anything like how I was, I'd go out on a limb to say that, it probably means more to them than it does to you. Even if they don't realize it now, that is an experience that will stick with them for life.
Well sorry about my envious rant. Thanks for reading. God Bless you all. Love the photos and stories, keep'em coming.