The family camp (thatnever gets used anymore) was started by my grandpa in 1934 or 35. He had the land and would put up a portable shack come hunting season. Almost like a ice shanty. My dad and grandpa then built what was a pretty nice hunting cabin in 1965. It still remains there. I will go up there to bow hunt every once in awhile. No running water but it keeps you dry for the most part. One of my favorite places to tell you the truth.