I just got word from my dad about the guy who owns the house I stay at when I hunt on the iron range. His son came over to check on him because nobody had heard from him all day. He found him laying unconscious in the driveway and called 911.

Nobody knew how long he'd been there. It appears he slipped on the ice and konked his head. He also has 4 busted ribs, a very bruised hip, a kidney infection from laying there an not going to the bathroom so he must have been there a loooong time, and now has pneumonia.

My dad went to see him today in the hospital in Duluth, which is where they took him after the short stint in Virginia hospital.

He is a grumpy old dude, but we're are about his only friends, so it meant a lot to him for my dad to go see him. I'll probably do so on Sat or Sunday too.


Camp is where you make it.