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Join Date: Oct 1999
Location: Ima Clarkonian!
Some of my fondest memories of hunting were my first few years staying in my dad's slide-in truck camper. We'd drive right up the logging road and park in a big, flat pull off area. As soon as you walked out the door you were hunting. We had friends that would pull their tow campers up and a group from Fla who would stay in tents. We'd have our own little community. After several years my dad got a motor home and we would park in a pull off along Blue Jay Rd then just drive up the logging road. The last couple years he had a motor home he kept it parked at the Loleta Road Runner camp ground and we'd drive the 10 or so miles to our hunting spot. He claimed he didn't want a bullet hole in his camper but I just think he wanted water and electric hook up and a real bathroom and shower. I ended up buying a camp which was 13 miles away from our hunting area and dad sold the motorhome and bought a place in Florida.
I don't have ducks. I don't have rows. I have squirrels. And they're drunk.