Card games with the neighbors were always a highlight of deer season. The Stitt boys in Camp Bozo always had a game going. Many a night was spent at the table, next to the fireplace playing nickle-dime-quarter games. The Steelers always seemed to be televised every year up there, and if they happened to be playing Cleveland that weekend,nobody missed the game.
Man, did we eat good back in those days too. Homemade venison sausages, steaks, you name it, we had it. There was always a case of Iron City or I.C. Light opened, and a bottle or two of whiskey making the rounds.
One constant, was always the camaraderie that comes from getting together once or twice a year with good friends. Sadly, Camp Bozo has been sold now, and our camp is down to just me and my brother, and fading fast. The Old Guard, as we like to call the original members of our camp, and the Bozo boys have all climbed the hill for the last time.
