Another story from the history of our camp:
Back in the late 40's when the guys started hunting in Central Pa. there was an oil well and pump up on our mountain. It was one of those great big one lunger engines with a long stroke and a huge flywheel that ran off the crude it was pumping. It was a popular spot for the guys to hunt up to, as it was manned by a mechanic who always had a pot of coffee on, and was friendly to all the hunters. Dad said he'd hunt his way up there, and if he hadn't shot a deer by the time he got there, he'd have lunch with the guy, and then still hunt back to camp. I walked up to it one time, and sadly it was all gone except the remains of the shed and a little oil stove. The engine had been pulled, and the well shaft was sitting there uncapped. You could look down the shaft with a light and see water in the shaft, and smell that Pennsylvania crude oil. Times sure have changed.
