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We all have some place we like to hang out during the hunting season. I've had the pleasure of enjoying a number of camps belonging to friends ranging from rough to sumptuous. I wondered whether our members might enjoy sharing pictures of our favorite camps? My own have always rated in the rough department:



I recently built a newer one, but it is still ranks fairly rough...Geo

that one looks fine...but that's not southern Georgia....

Yes it is, well its on my place in middle GA anyway. We rarely get a snow day but when we do we southern boys tend to take lots of pix; I drove 200 miles up from my home in south GA to the farm just to take that one. You might notice the snow was beginning to melt...Geo

That looks nice to me. I've been in much rougher, some would say my house would be a great hunting shack.

Best,
Ted

Rough as that old place is I cannot begin to describe the memories of fish fry's out on that porch, steaks and camp stews cooked in that fire-pit and consumed on that pick-nick table. No way to count up how many deer have been cleaned on the rack out beside it or how many of them were the first deer taken by my boys, nephews and the boys of my friends or how many turkey gobblers have been proudly hung from the porch. I wish I could remember all the tall tales and jokes told around the fire circle...Geo

Those were great times for many of us and a concept most who don't hunt will never grasp. I wouldn't trade the times and memories I spent in hunting camps for anything else.
Jim

I haven't hunted out of a camp for a few years and miss it a lot. I made the mistake of not buying or building one because, when I was looking shortly after I got married, my best buddy from high school told me I didn't need a camp because I already had his to use anytime I wanted. His Dad had given me a key to the place when I was in college, and I was the only one outside their immediate family that had a key. I always made it a point to contribute toward expenses and always left the place better than I found it. It was rough, but it was heaven. It took a few years after his Dad bought the place to get the mice under control and we always covered the toaster with aluminum foil so we didn't have to shake mouse shit out of it. We knocked heads with my buddy's brother in law who wanted to make the place nice so that his wife would want to spend time there. Eventually he came to understand that she was never going to be fond of using an outhouse and hauling water from a spring a mile away. We always had a guest book to sign in and sign out and record any game shot or fish caught, etc. I counted my days spent there once and calculated that I spent over 4% of my life there. My buddy died very young a few years ago, and I haven't gone back there since due to some family disputes that arose after he died. Without going into gory details, his wife offered to sell me his share of the place for $1.00 if I promised to make his brother in laws life miserable. Tempting, but I chose to stay out of it. I think I need a camp again though.

Your camp looks great Geo. Flush toilets, running water, and TV sets do not belong in a hunting camp. A radio for weather forecasts and country music while playing cards is acceptable.

Dandy shot, Geo. It's palatial compared to ours. Most camps hereabouts are small, with a few bunks, no electricity, definitely not locked, off the beaten trail.

My 99-year-old buddy's first camp had a Ford truck hood for a roof. He luxuriated in our current one with a stove made from a 10-gallon steel barrel.

Lots of story-telling, too, from buddy's extraordinary memory as woodcutter, overseas fighting in Sicily, Italy, France, Holland into Germany.

There have been some great ones. No regrets, but I almost never snap pictures and wish I would force myself to. Maybe it's better that way. Aside from the birds, bsing and friendship, I remember log book entries from a duck camp. The entries went back around fifty years, and the last time I was there was a good thirty years ago. Neat history of long gone characters, guns, changes in the game, and even stuff like recipes, repairs, getting caught up in bad weather. Those walls could talk through that log!

What that photo doesn't show is the hospitality, enthusiasm, good will and humor possessed by the owner and his son. I've had the privilege of spending time at version 2.0 of Newbern Estates and can attest to the above. Gil-obble