Being able to go to deer camp with my dad, my grandpa and other older uncles and cousins. Smelling breakfast cooking and getting woke up and coming down stairs. My grandfathers brother was the cook and if anyone complained, they were the dishwasher. One time a cousin was handed a plate of eggs that were black with pepper. He made a comment about how much pepper were on the eggs, everyone looked at him and he quickly added he liked them just like that. The stories that were told during deer camp were repeated many times but it sure was great to listen and become part of the adults. My cousins used to bring special meats and cheeses that we only got once a year. Good times.
