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2002 Deer Camp

The Year Love Was In The Air

Wednesday 11/13
Paul John (cookie) Mark Denny Paul Jim Ken Tonto Kowalski	Camp Honeymoon Sign In: The most exciting part of the evening was the "fixin" of the pump followed by the tapping of the keg. The beer this year, as voted on by nobody that would admit to it, was a light, tasty, happy little brew called Dreadful Lager. This year marks the 10th anniversary of the LAHC,
Thursday 11/14
	Dick (oops!! I mean Rich) arrives and brings his lovely bride Sharon After walking the length and width of the property some of us were convinced that the all of the deer have vacated for a different time zone.
Friday 11/15
	At sunup Paul, "Deadeye" wings a buck from his blind on the hill up by the road. Later that morning Paul and his helpers are crawling to track the buck back to the sand hill, but can't locate it. This, sadly, is the extent of the excitement for opening day. Because of the lack of deer activity a discussion was held and a number of members decided that we would be better off fishing instead of hunting. 8:30 PM. Todd and Tom "let the party begin" Thompson arrived from the St. Clair county chapter of the LAHC where their hunting efforts had similar dismal results. A vote was taken and it was determined that the keg beer was just too tough to drink. (Ken said this was the first time in his life he ever poured a beer down the sink) A collection was taken to purchase something a little less brutal. This is also a night that will live in our memories as the night that Cookie decides to let it all hang loose. Cookie's poison of choice was Bergamot Tea, Butter Shots Schnapps, Captain Morgan rum with just a touch of honey. Much fun was had by the camp cook. Dan shows up at some ungodly hour in the middle of the night.
Saturday 11/16
	Breakfast this morning was a little under whelming, as our cook was just a bit under the weather, but with renewed enthusiasm we once again take to the bush. At sunup Paul has another opportunity to not shoot a deer that was standing in front of him. Denny sees two small does about 8:30 by the double decked stand but doesn't get a shot. Dan is on the lakeshore by the island and sees a 4-point with 3 does. After waiting for an opportunity, Dan kills a tree with one well placed shot. Although, this year Dan remembered his knife.
back to the top Sunday 11/17/02 Last chance. With less that renewed vigor we drag our sorry butts out for another try. The results were the same, no runs, no hits and no venison. At noon, for the first time in 10 years, the buck pool was returned, with no winners. If a bright spot were to be taken from this lack of success it would be that not a lot of time and effort was wasted driving back and forth to the deer processor. Another outcome as brought to our attention by Jim, was that now Dick (oops! I mean Rich) has a new middle name. Jim feels that Rich "septic" Harmon has a nice ring seeing as how much shit he took for bringing his wife to camp. Even though we had zero success in our hunting endeavors, this year we still were able to once again throw off the trappings of civilization and enjoy that phenomenon known as DEER CAMP. Denny. "2002 SUCKS" The views expressed by the author, in no way reflect the views of the managment of LAHC.

	Ah, the young guys, Jim and Mark, doing dishes!
While the old farts, Todd and Rich, lounge. Isn't that the way it should be?
	Ole Tom spinning a tall tail. I bet it was a prediction of the hunt.
Denny in the usual position. Must be still worn out from the mountain shutout.
	Another fine meal at the camp table.
Is that the cook? It can't be...it is! Pour the man another..and another, another, another!
	To celebrate the 10th anniversary of the LAHC, Kent had shirts made with the LAHC logo on them. The cast of clowns, then assembled to take a picture
No deer slaying going on here
	Rich and Sharon join us for an adult beverage.
And the guys take full advantage of that.
	We gotta shoot something, so Mark and Dan bring out the hand cannons, and we blast water jugs. (even ole one eye Paul could hit em)
Jim thinking about work.... Our nation is safe with him at the border! That's it ladies, see ya all next year!

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