Our origional deer camp was in Basto,NJ. It all started back in the 1930`s when my grandfather was young with a bunch of his friends. The way we hunted were organized deer drives. We would have from 20 to 30 guys starting the week out, then dwindle as the week went on.I was 12 at the time,but remember vividly, every detail. My dad, grandfather, and uncle would make sure I would be there for half the week.
We always have meat hanging from the pole, averaging 15 bucks a year.
!n 1980,As the remaining member numbers went down from death or departure, They decided to sell this camp and purchase a camp in Countersport, PA.[guys were getting too old to do deer drives].There was about 18 members left. We had a nice 4 bdrm home with bunks, fire place....everything...I loved it...Then in 2000 there were 7 shareholders left and 5 wanted to sell[I voted against along with my dad].I wanted to cry..The old bastards were stubbern.And to this day they all admit it. I`ve killed alot of nice deer up there.

Well as far as the drinking-playing cards-shooting guns in the middle of the night-comeroterie-great eats-practical jokes-laughing-being with the guys-...It was the best hunting experiance in my life.I miss it so much.I remember every year,what happened,who killed what,who did what..etc...Now I hunt by my-self most of the time, it`s ok, but sitting in my stand I can always remember back and just laugh my but off..
What great times...........................................