Brothers, cousins, and Dad all went to deer camp. This is a week long male bonding event that happens once a year. Dad just went up for the day yesterday. He was feeling good after chemo and wanted to go to deer camp to try and earn some Christmas money in the card games they all play. I haven't talked to him today to see how he did.
I don't believe anyone has gotten a deer the last several years, but I heard that one of the cousins got a deer already, and they have another few days, so they are always ever hopeful. Deer camp is legend in our family. They have a big tent, a stove, take chairs and cots and guns, and I understand, plenty of beer for relaxing in the evenings and eat really good. It's a mystery to me, I've never been to deer camp and that's ok. I don't mind eating Bambi's daddy, but I wouldn't want to shoot him.
I hope one of my brothers get a deer. I love a good hunk of venison. Here's to male bonding and the luck of the hunt.
I hope one of my brothers get a deer. I love a good hunk of venison. Here's to male bonding and the luck of the hunt.
