You haven't experiened it all until you are sitting in a heated wall tent in T-shirts. It's having a blizzard outside and you are eating peach cobbler, still warm out of a dutch oven, topped with fresh sweet cream with whipped cream. The entree was fresh elk liver smothered in onions, sides were baked potatoe with sour cream, chives and real butter, grilled corn on the cob still in the husk.
The real kicker is when the yahoos in the next camp, who are staying in those one man nylon tents, come over to BS and they are choking down an MRE and shivering. The look on thier face is priceless.
