There are 7 lots on the trail our camp sits on. We have the last lot up on the hill-tucked right up against the State Forest land. The Stitt boys in Camp Bozo were our dear friends, and had the camp across the trail from us. There was always a friendly competition to see who could have the first deer hanging on the opener. There is a well circulated story about my dad, and one of the Bozo boys each literally riding bucks down the mountain from up above to be the first to hang one on the game pole. They had ended up hunting within a couple hundred yards of each other and both shot bucks the first morning at about 7:45a.m. To the camp that hung the first buck went a bottle of rotgut, and more importantly, bragging rights for the next year.
So here's these two grown men riding deer carcasses down the side of a mountain, only to find that when they got back to camp, the camp cook for the Bozo boys all ready had shot one right off the porch with the old "camp gun"-a well worn 30-40 Krag. That story made the rounds among the camps up there for decades.
Last edited by gophergunner; 03/25/14.
