Fridays Open Road
I should arrive at camp to a warm fire, and the boys will be telling all those familiar hunting stories of the old days. The one that got away, the massive rack of antlers, or that all time favorite, I know where he’s at. “where that big buck is probably hiding this year”
There have been many decades of stories and laughter from those who have hunted from this special place in the deep woods. The camp has been part of so many adventures each year, and always given back each guest a fond new memory to go home with at the end of every trip.
And once again, it’s time to renew some of those great experiences.
Good food, good friends and fond memories. That’s what camp is really about, and Big Antlers is like a little getting a little extra pie at the end of dinner. So with all that said, the postings here are now suspended while I’m “Upta Camp”. The reason, no cell signal. To get one I have to head out of camp at night and walk up near the high spots of the mountain, and it’s really kind of scary out there in the dark!