Actually, this is my father-in-law's, we put it up in 1990 when he decided he was getting too old to sit out in the cold. Mostly rough-sawn red oak with an easy chair and wood stove inside, outhouse out-back. I don't believe I've spent an entire day back in the woods since we built it; too darned easy to walk out of the swamp to warm up and have a bowl of chili out of the dutch oven on top of the stove. Although I will say this, last year opening day I went up to check on my father-in-law and nephews (ok, so here in Michigan it was very, very windy and very, very rainy/snowy and checking on them was just an excuse...), see how they were doing. They were gone, I sat down in the warmth and 10 minutes later just before 1 p.m. a seven-point with an 18" spread trots in from the Federal land and stops 40 yards in front of the pine I told my nephew to hunt from. Good lesson for him when he came back and helped me load the buck in the truck.