Thanks CFT. I'm not bragging, but this is a very good read. More on the history of our camp:
I mentioned Margaret Bundy, who took in hunters to make some money in the fall. Margaret fed the guys as part of their rent. Dad said she never admitted to serving them venison,but they had no doubt she was doing it regularly. The guys were up stairs playing cards one night, and as was common practice, heard Margaret's little 32-20 Marlin crack down stairs. Margaret would put out a pot of stewed apples, and wait for the deer to come in. She'd yell up at the guys, "who's shooting up there?" Pretty soon she came running up to tell the guys' she'd hit a little forkhorn, and he ran out and laid down in the middle of the road and she needed them to go drag him in. Dad and several of the guys, no doubt nine sheets to the wind, went out in their skivvies with a hammer to subdue the buck. After they'd chased him across a hayfield, two fence rows and a pasture, they gave up and came back, deeming the deer to be alive and well enough to not be supper for tomorrow night.
