Hunting Camp

Its deer hunting season… the second week of deer camp to be exact. Bryan went to the family hunting camp with the men-folk on Saturday and Sunday. As Bryan has no license and no gun, hunting consists of walking in the woods and hanging out with the guys listening to them talk shit. This is a lesson on failing traditions. The camp is not the same, its been sold and redecorated. All the random sideshows that have been there since I can remember—the old kitchen utensils, the “moose” horn, the 8-track player — are gone. It now has what one would call “a woman’s touch”. My dad and his brothers and buddies have been up to their shenanigans since they were boys, now they are OLD. They gather, go through the motions of their traditions — deer camp, the fish fry, the fall-down — and tell stories and laugh about the way it used to be. And now that is even starting to fade. As a girl, I was never part of this world, but it makes me sad to see it go.