One camp that I went to had a rule. Person with the first Buck in camp became the cook. People were hiding out on the edge of camp waiting for someone else to drag one in.
I'll tell ya what... I could do mighty fine not setting foot in the woods. Just chillin and being the camp cook. It would suit me just fine. I'm more relaxed at camp than any other place in the world, so I'm cool with being the cook.
Back then they were a pretty roudy crew. The wood was the place to relax.
Remember when one of them took a chain saw to an old couch and then pitched the parts into the fireplace. Fire was blazing up the stone wall and it was a little smokey. Damn nice camp also.
Today things are different. Time has smoothed off most of the rough edges.
