So today was the 3rd day of hunting camp. We told more stories and made predictions of hwo big our deer will be and who is getting one and who isn't.

 

Tomorrow is tree cutting, log splitting, squirell/chipmunk/groundhog shooting day.

 

I am not sure but ever since I started hunting I like to clean all the guns and load the clips and butt (stock) covers and count the shells.

 

Tonight I wiped down the .280 with my favorite engravings, .22 Hornet, .22 long, 30-30. and cleaned the barrels and made sure there was shells for them all.

 

I'll use the .22 Hornet for groundhog, the .22 for squirell, the .280 for most hunting and the 30-30 if I feel like it. I also have a 12 GA. and a 20 GA for behind the house.

 

Sounds like being in the army... we clean our weapons more than we shoot them

 

Alright, so I'm not completely off balance

 

hahaha, a clean weapon will save your life against that groundhog! No hunting for me this year again! Good luck on the deer hunting.

 

Not a hunter but I have to go groundhog hunting soon. I like the lil' furry creatures though. My g/f 's dad has a problem with them burry through the dirt floor of thier barn. Looks like a caddyshack episode!

 

Having lived in Da UP, Eh? - I have to say this song fits right in there for you...

SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP
Da Yoopers

Hey there goes one (BANG!) Hey you shot my cow!
It's the second week of deer camp
I got a swollen head
I'm lying with the dustballs
Underneath the bed
An icy breeze is blowing
Into the tongue and groove
My pants are frozen to the floor
And I'm too sick to move
I didn't drink so many
Just durty (thirty) cans of beer
It musta been that last shot
That put me under here

REFRAIN
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards, and shoot the bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

I remember playing poker
That weasel musta won
He's wearing my new swampers
And sleeping with my gun
He's snoring like a chainsaw
The camp smells like a dump
Someone's dirty underwear
Is hanging on the pump
Mickey's in the woodbox
Weener's on the stove
His flannel shirt is smoking (sniff)
I wonder if he knows (YEOW!)

REFRAIN

Beadle's crawling through the door
I think he got frostbite
He passed out in the outhouse
And he's been there since last night
Goofus stumbled through the door
He says he got a buck
He was coming from the wayside
And hit it with his truck
Musty cracked a beer and said
Let's celebrate
Goofus caught the first buck
Since 1968

REFRAIN