Chapter 13 The Guys Go To Deer Camp





Laughing, Basil reminisced, "She used to have dinner ready, so that when we brought the fish in, the fry pan was spitting grease."
"Tyler won't let me have fish fried in grease," Pete grumbled. "We should bring the boy and come up for a week in the summer so he can have some man time. The way he cried when we left yesterday, just about broke my heart."
"His dad was wiping his eyes for the first fifty miles," Basil agreed.

Basil smiled with fond memories, "He heard her sing in a saloon. Granddad said she sounded like an angel. Granny always pretended to hate that picture, but she always made sure it was hanging straight and dusted."
"Russ, do you remember the time Basil's Dad brought us up here and the porcupine was chewing the porch step?" Pete grinned. "We sure learned a lot of new words that day!"
"It didn't start off well. Someone had put some squash and pumpkins under a pine and a group of reindeer were feeding. There was a picture in my mind of the six older children telling me not to shoot any of Uncle Santa's reindeer."
"A quarter mile further into the woods, I found a huge buck rub."
"The Huron River was flowing fast today. Even with seeing it all my life, water that looks like root beer still boggles my mind."

"Hey Basil, what did you see on your scouting drive today?" Russell questioned.






"Now if only we remember to get another deck of cards tomorrow. I still can't believe Matt used the cards to start the fire." Russell griped.
"And if we remember to get some chips 'n dip, a couple bags of cookies and some thick steaks," Pete added.
"And if we remember to call home tomorrow," Basil contemplated.
"And if we remember to get another memory card for the camera so we can get plenty of pics," Matt concluded.
This episode is for my husband. A man who loves the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and deer hunting.