Frozen toilet seat = no fun!Īlthough no two deer camps are identical, one common thread shared across them all is spirited debate.
It was common in early to mid November for air temps to remain in the single digits. Can you say “outhouse?” I dreaded walking through the snow at o’dark-30 to our outhouse before getting dressed for the day’s deer hunt. Our version had electricity but no running water. Some cleaned their rifle others sat down with a cup of coffee, hot chocolate or cold beer and grabbed a well-worn deer hunting magazine to kill time before bed still others dusted off the deer camp cribbage board and started talking smack. When supper/storytelling was finished and dishes were washed and put away, friends and family members scattered. After most days, wet clothes were hung close to the ceiling to dry by morning. But I’ll still try.įor me, deer camp started in northern Minnesota in a 20x30-foot one-room shack jammed from wall to wall with bunk beds, a tiny kitchen table and a wood-burning cook stove.
Fish and Wildlife Serviceĭeer camp is a special place, and nothing I can write here could possibly explain it if you haven’t been a part of one.
