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When I started hunting as a kid it was like this, my dad and his buddies would set up a deer camp for the week and we'd stay out in the woods running wild. Other weeks I'd have family come down from Ohio and we'd go to calfkiller, or hunt some bowater and stay in the camper. All the folks I hunted with then are dead and gone but those were good times. I'm think we're going to have to join a club or lease if my son is ever going to have an opportunity to experience a deer camp.As BSK mentioned, it's all about family. I spend the entire month of November here because deer hunting in Michigan's Upper Peninsula has dwindled, largely due to wolves and DNR mismanagement. My sons join me for the rifle season, followed by my daughter and wife. I have two weeks to tag a nice buck during muzzleloader season, then I relish the time with my boys as they pursue the ever-elusive Tennessee Whitetail. We celebrate Thanksgiving together, grateful for life's abundant blessings.
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