You guys are lightweight, I say-lightweights! Not one mention of a good ol' fashioned snipe hunt! Several newbies in our camp have made the long walk to camp after being dropped off at the end of a logging road with a burlap sack and a whistle, and told to blow the whistle to lure in the wily snipe.
Another good story-our camp and the guys next to us used to have a friendly competition to see who could have the first buck hanging on opening morning. Dad and one of the guys next door both used to hunt up above camp, and fairly close to each other, and one or the other usually was first back in with a buck. One year dad dropped a spiker at first light on the first morning. His shot ran another buck right past the guy from the camp next door, and he dropped it too. Dad heard the shot, and knew the neighbor had one down. The race was on to gut the deer and see who could hoist theirs first. Both guys came down off the top of the mountain, within sight of each other, but Dad was about 100 yards behind his buddy from next door. No problem-he faced the deer head first down the hill, sat on it, grabbed the antlers to lift the head off the ground, and literally rode it down the hill. For years they talked about the crazy redneck sled riding down the mountain on a dead buck.
