I gotta share this...
I was invited by one of my buddies to go hunting with him and his crew of old timers in Eastern Idaho.
What do I need to bring? Not much, just a sleeping bag? Tent? no. Water cans? No. Folding chair, rollup table? No. Flashlight/lantern? Not really.
Everything you would expect to need on a week long trip wasn't needed.
So I hopped in the Bronco and headed off. A lot later that day, we came around the final bend and I thought the circus was in town!!! Rigs everywhere, everything was lit with strings of lights. Two huge tents! :shocked:
They had one huge army tent that held everybody all sixteen of us. Barrel stove, gas grill, three picnic tables. Chairs all around. Everybody had their own bunk. Carpet on the floor. Outside there was carpet to the latrine tent lined with split logs. The latrine/bath tent had two heads made of sheet metal with real seats and lids. Piles of wood all split and stacked.
At four in the morning the generator fired up, the lights came on and everyone woke up to a warm tent and a great meal.
Turns out these guys went up a week early just to set everything up and it was an annual event for them for years. I was just about the youngest and I was in my early fifties at that time.
I'd never camped that way before and never again since.
For them it wasn't the killing, the trip was it's own reward.
By the way, my buddy Don, the leader of the pack, was turned in by the locals for running an unlicensed hunting camp.
Top that Skien