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Deer Camp 2003

Our First Gun Hunt at BLF

	November 14th: This is our first hunt at BLF, let's meet the crew! Right up is front in Denny, the camp cook and scribe. To the left in gray, is his boy Will, and on the right is his oldest boy Mark. Right behind Denny is my boy Mike, that better be pop in that glass mister! This is Mike's first gun hunt, I hope it goes well!
We finished all of the last minute details to get ready for opening day. The weather was in the 40's and a light snow was on the ground.
	Back at camp, we rested for the coming day. Mark is reading the paper and Will is playing Super Mario or something like that!
Mike prepares for a nap. This will be one of many to come!
	Denny scurries around the kitchen, he made some wonderful food for us all. We ate like kings with meals from his magic slow cooker!
Ooops, I knew I'd be in here somewhere! That's me (on the left) and Will crashed on the couch.
	Mike, ready for action! We hunted hard for 2 days, we spent 8 or 9 hours a day in our stands. We all saw a few deer, all does. Nothing was close enough to get a shot off.
The 5:00 AM wakeup calls, and the long hours of waiting take it's toll. Wake up boy, you're snoring too loud! That about it for the pictures. Even though we didn't have any luck, as always we all had a great time at the mystical place called Deer Camp
back to the top Deer Camp 2004 Nov 13: Arrived at the Bloom Lake Remote Camp located on the shore of Sapphire Lake at 10:00 pm. The crew consisted of the landowner & chief guide Paul, and his head mucky muck in training Mike. The guest list included Denny and his boys Mark and Will. The evening was spent around the torpedo heater while the adults lubricated themselves with the appropriate adult beverages. The phrase of the evening was "It sure is quiet here without Thompson!". Nov 14: Morning breaks sunny and beautiful, but much too early for the "non-shavers" in the group. After a manly breakfast of Spam and eggs (Mike says Spam is "okay", showing little enthusiasm), we trek 30 minutes north to the hunting grounds. With the fresh snow, we are thrilled with the abundance of track (deer) and well used trails in the areas that our stands are set up in. While the group of us was putting up Mark's ladder stand, a good sized spike runs by 30 yards from us. This is taken by all as a good omen. After a day of messing about the "farm", we return to the hunt headquarters, where the day long fever pitch of excitement causes everyone (minus the cook, Denny) to fall asleep before supper. Nov 15:* The 1st Bloom Lake Farms opening day. Everyone sees deer, but nobody takes any shots. We saw a lot of yearling does, but no bucks until evening when Will has a spike come in, but he could not get a clear shot. Mark came down with a case of the flu and spent the day huddled by the heater in the farm office (camper). Nov 16: Day two, a total bust! No deer seen or heard. Will sees a coyote but didn't know they were "fair game", so he let it walk. The high point of the day was Kielbasa and kraut for supper. (There's more, but I can't find the log.)

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