This week on Candid Cameron, the Weim speaks of going to deer camp and finding the best of a situation where he doesn’t get to hunt.
If you have been reading my columns here, you know I live to hunt—birds! When Mike announced another hunting road trip, I was in the garage in a flash and standing by the truck where I was ready to load up. Then the long road trip to deer camp began. Yes, deer camp. Ugh.
Once at the cabin, I met some of Mike’s hunting friends (yes, we are all shocked that he has friends). My first impressions were these friends don’t smell like fish like many of his summer time friends do. Those summer friends are the ones who stop by to fly fish and stay so long I swear they are getting mail at our house LOL.
Anyway, back to deer camp. First, the food each night was great. Heard the top rule was: no chili/ no gas. Whew, glad for that one and some other camp rules. Ok, one rule I did not agree with was I was not allowed to hunt deer. While there are dogs in the Southeast (9 states) that chase deer each fall, it did not happen in our deer camp. Bummer, because I saw many deer while I was riding around and hiking on the hunting property. I did get out each day for a hike and exploring the forest and fields. I did chase some squirrels but Mike said those were off limits since it was a deer, and not a bushrat camp. Yet another bummer.
One morning when I heard a shot in the distance, I became excited because shots mean it’s time to fetch ‘em up. Mike came to the truck and we headed over to the area where the shots rang out. Upon arrival there were some of his friends—and a deer. Hmm, it was a true 250-pound beast with 10 pointy antlers. After looking at those sharp antler tips, I decided I would stick to hunting birds. They are smaller and do not wear weapons on their head. Har har!
Well, deer camp was fun and every night I had new foods. Tenderloin wrapped in bacon and grilled was a hit with everyone. Of course this food would be popular, it had bacon! I have added this to my supper menu and will encourage Mike to cook it LOL.
Ok, one morning Mike decided we would hunt birds. Never found any pheasants and the Canada geese that had been passing directly over the truck every morning while I waited inside decided to fly a mile east of us to their destination. The geese turned in our direction when Mike called, but landed on water on another property. Another bummer.
Hope I get invited to deer camp next year. —Cameron
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