I was part of a hunting camp when I was a teenager and I sadly got to see it dwindle down to a few guys that were getting away from their wives to drink for a few weekends. The old boys that got a twinkle in their eye when they spoke of deer and bear that had been taken around that camp made it for me. They've all died off and their kids don't do much work around it anymore. I stopped going because the stories aren't there anymore, Earl isn't cooking scrambled eggs at the stove in the morning, Bill isn't limping around telling the younger guys it was a good thing he wasn't 20 years younger to keep up with them any longer...it is sad, but times change, and sometimes, you need to start new traditions of your own. Good luck on that, and I hope the new owners gain the same appreciation for the place that you had for it.
