My first deer camp, that’s interesting. That would have been, I wasn’t 12 years old, that was the actual age for being able to hunt. When I was a kid one of my dad’s rules was you had to work in the summer and earn enough money doing construction to earn your deer rifle before you could go deer hunting, so it took me a while to do that. My first deer camp was in northern Wisconsin, I believe in 1983, I could be wrong on the year, but it was a traditional deer camp, uncles, brothers, cousins, all jammed into a very small little one room cabin. It was everything that anybody can think of when you think of the classic deer camp, waking up early in the morning, huge breakfast, everybody going out and basically, to be honest not really knowing what we were doing.
