There were ALWAYS a chit-ton of deer at Camp A.P. Hill in Virginia, too. I was told that it was closed to "normal folks" and that the congresscritters used it as their private reserve. We spent a couple of Octobers there on "off-post exercises" when I was in the Army, and during our stays there, you could drive down any road, stick your arm out, and see deer wherever you pointed. Turkeys, too. That was pretty awesome for me, as when I'd get back to Ft. Bragg, I'd go on leave to hunt back home in Missouri. It really got me going.
We had a lot of fun there.


You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.