I do miss deer camp. There were 21 of us that spent 2-3 weeks at our 1866 farmhouse that we called 21 Club or the Luther Hilton. We all hunted our 1600 acre lease that consisted of swamp, farm fields and rolling hardwood forest. When I first joined the camp the deer were thick as flies on cow shit! You could count on there being a nice snow cover on the ground, being in the woods or swamp was beautiful. At least half the guys would have a buck hanging by dusk opening day. As the years went by the deer numbers fell and the oldtimers began passing, it was sad to lose so many that were like family.
After 40 years leasing the property (we owned the house) the land owners put the property up for sale, it sold to 6 different owners that had much deeper pockets than we had. It was a sad day. I withdrew from the club when i was forced to hunt surrounding public land.