What do you guys do for the “ritual” of getting all your stuff out and into the cabin that’s so crazy as to potentially give the new guy a fatal case of PTSD?
Our elk/deer camp has been going uninterrupted since 1955. There’s probably been 100 or more guys cycle through as friends or guests over that time. Some were family, some friends, some just guys who knew someone we knew and asked if they could come along. Some of them came once and couldn’t hack hunting in the mountains or made an ass of themselves and were uninvited, some came every year for over 50 years. But we expect all hands on deck when we hit camp and everyone pitches in to put up the wall tent, build the meat pole, erect the schit palace, cut firewood, plumb lights, assemble bunks, whatever needs to be done. It’s part of going to camp. Someone stands around with their hands in their pockets they might be handed a shovel and asked to trench the tent.
You can do as you see fit obviously, it’s your place and your guest. Just seems like there couldn’t possibly be that much “going on” if it’s just some guys unloading a week’s groceries into an old house. Hell we plumb in gas lights and cooking range, put up a real 300lb wood stove, build a dining table and 12 bunk beds, and lay out carpet, in a tent. Plus digging a hole and erecting a tent for the outhouse.
