What brought back great memories of this camp was a set of impressive antlers from a deer that my Dad bagged hunting from that camp. Here is a picture of the antlers that my friend had mounted on a wall hanging plaque for me.
This is a heavy rack and it has a lot of points. I am not sure how many points it has because I am not sure how long a point has to be to count. I have been told if you can hang a keyring on it, it can be counted as a point. My Dad always only took credit for 17 points but other people have said that there is a lot more. Either way, it is impressive to me.
I went and searched my boxes of old pictures this morning and finally came up with some original photos of the day he got this big buck. Any of you who can not stand to look at dead animals and are vegetarians, you can stop reading here:
For the rest of you, I scanned the old pictures. This first one shows the buck with our camp (Trails End) in the background:
The last picture has my Dad in it, too. I am not sure who the little boy is. I don't believe it is me. I think it is my cousin Bob. I do not remember being there and I was a little older than the boy in that picture.
I really love looking at old pictures and they bring back a lot of pleasant memories. Other than some illnesses that kept me down for awhile, I probably had the best childhood of any one. I give thanks everyday for the family I was born into. Now, you all have yourselves a very great Monday, you hear?