Not a PA story but a WI one.
My grandpa in law
back from WWII used to take the train from central WI, Stevens Pt area, up to Villas CO to hunt deer.
He would use a borrowed .30 Rem 141 (I think) pump. He'd wear the wools and pack a small bag, jump on the train in Point and ride up to a logging camp that was rented out as a deer camp during the season.
The camp cook would wake them up early in the morning well before daylight, serve piping hot pancakes, eggs, coffee, and milk. They'd all have an apple and a peanut butter sandwich to grab in a paper bag on the way out the door into the woods.
They'd stay in the woods all day still hunting and stalking the clear-cuts. If someone got a buck, they'd gut it and drag it to the trail where it would be picked up with a horse and cart at the end of the day.
They'd come back to a plate of meat, potatoes, beans, and cake for desert. After the deer were picked up and hung, the mess hall was cleared out and the B.S started, the whiskey came out, and the card games began.
