


This past week I went home for Thanksgiving to be with my family and Jen's. It was great to get together with all of them again. As an added bonus I touched base with my good high school buddy Thomas Lee Miller. We talked about where we might be doing some hunting for the opening day of buck season. He said he was headed up to camp and I told him I hadn't yet nailed anything down yet. Tlee said; "Hey why don't you come up to camp?". After I thought about it for a quarter of a second I replied; "Oh yeah, I'm going to camp!!".
It had been almost 15 or so years since I was last at the Big N Little Buck Camp in Elk County. I have so many great memories of being at hunting camp with the guys. I met Tom at his parents and after surprising his mom and getting a big hug we hit the road and headed up to camp. We talked the whole way there catching up on things and next thing I knew we were headed up the big long muddy lane to camp. At last I was back home again.
Once we arrived we hopped out of the car and straight into the camp. Right inside the door was Denny Montgomery and Mr. Miller. Wow...two guys I have the utmost respect for. After hearty handshakes and greetings we launched into a couple hours of conversation catching up on each others lives. Man that was some good stuff. It was just like the good ole days.
The next morning we were joined by one of my best buddies Curtis James Montgomery. He arrived just as breakfast was being served (imagine that, like that has never happened before). Breakfast consisted of pancakes, sausage patties, eggs to order and toast. Man that was good...and I usually never eat breakfast...only at camp. Mr. Miller can make a mean breakfast. It was nice sitting at the table with my buddy Curt and laughing and catching up on things.
After breakfast we hit the big woods for a bit of scouting for the big opening day. We decided to hike up the hill to our spots for the next day. We spent an hour or two scouting the place out where we would take down the trophy that Denny spotted a few days earlier. After our hike and a few pictures we headed back down the hill to camp where Tom took one of the 12 naps he would register that day. The rest of us talked, got gear ready and relaxed.
After a great dinner of burgers we took time to jot down some thoughts in the camp journal and welcomed the last two hunters to camp Ben and Remington. Then it was off to sleep.
Monday morning the first day of buck season we were up at o dark thirty (4:30). Mr. Miller had breakfast ready,we ate and headed out to our stands. After a wet cold walk to the stand I got turned around in the dark and had to search for a bit until I found my spot. After I got situated I took a seat and waited for shooting hours to begin (6:49). It didn't actually get light until about 7:10 because of the rain and overcast weather. I waited about two hours without seeing a thing and decided it was time to get up and take a walk to see what I could kick out. I saw a couple does and that was it for the day. I spent the rest of the day walking and sitting, walking and sitting and finally got turned around (lost) and spent two hours finding my way out of the 24,000 acres.
What a great day of being out in God's creation. We arrived back at camp and had dinner, packed up and headed back home. Tom and I had another great conversation on the way home. I realized how much I really missed being with my best buds.
I can't believe how quickly time flys and wonder where the years go. As much time as passed I couldn't believe how we picked up where we left off, it really didn't seem like anything had changed. I believe God knew that I needed to be at camp last weekend. It really helped me to remember how much I have. I really love those guys and so appreciate the friendship that we share. I pray I will have more opportunities to get together with them.
Thank you guys for welcoming me back to camp and I look forward to getting back together again real soon.