re: Ever had a bad experience with people at camp?

Yeah we always had 1 or 2 mean drunks that would start shite at night when the daily hunts were over after they started getting a buzz. Nice guys ordinarily, but definitely could not handle their liquor.

I bet the bastard didn’t even show up with food or beer to share either.

Nothing terrible has ever happened with me. One old man was a dick to my brother when he was about 13 and killed a deer that was like a 130 inch deer, but had a 14.75 inch spread and the club had a 15 inch rule. That was odd.


Probably the wildest thing to ever happen was I got invited by a buddy, who is the warehouse manager at a chemical company that we do business with, to go hunting on a doe weekend. I wasn’t too worried about the hunting, but he had been talking about this camp him and his father had built and how much work they had done, and all that. I was like yeah, I don’t have anything going on, might as well go hang out for a weekend. I just figured we’d be just hanging out most of the time and drinking around the fire, which I’m totally fine with.

So first thing we do is show up, and it’s a total shithole. Like a shitty metal building with running water and beds. We mix a drink and ride over to another friends place and shoot our guns for the first time that year to check them out.

On the way back we decide that we’ll go to the local high school football game, and he was like hey you mind if we stop by a buddies house before. I’m like naw it’s cool... This is where things took a turn. We get there and his friends place is also a total shithole. All of a sudden, the guy pulls out a bong and both of them get fricking roasted before the game.

After the game we head back to the camp and I’m like shite, I can’t just leave so I hang out, get tipsy and just hang out, and go to bed at like 3:30. I’m thinking we’re just saying frick it and not hunting the next morning... Nope, they wake me up at 5 and we go hunting... Still drunk. I tell them just drop me off at the first stand. I get in, don’t even load my gun, and sleep until they come get me around 9. My buddy and I had sobered up but his dad had never stopped from the night before.

So we get back, eat a little breakfast, and I’m making plans to leave and he’s like naw man, hang out, let’s watch the game. So I hang out and before the game starts, we get on the Ranger to go look at some food plot and next thing I know we’re going down a closed NWR road with a gun, and he’s cracked open a Miller Lite. Again, I have no problem with drinking a little and even getting sufficiently wasted from time to time. But shite man, know the situation.

I made up some bullshite excuse when we get back to the camp, and I haven’t been back since.

Learned a valuable lesson that weekend. Even if you consider someone a good guy, a friend in public, go on double dates with your wives, all that shite... You still don’t know shite until you go with them to deer camp.

meanbean,

Serious question, how old are they?

I am a teacher and the longer I teach the more kids seem to change.

Years ago, I was in a camp in central Mississippi. One of the landowners would come by in the evenings and visit, usually ended up in a card game. He loved to drink Crown straight and was a mean drunk. Well we ate and started playing cards. Land owner olished off a fifth,was not happy with his cards, stood up, picked up a Buck Knife and stuck it to my throat. The rest of the table talked him down, packed up my stuff, and headed home. He called and apologized but I never went back

Man I like to drink, I especially love to drink and watch football and act stupid sometimes over caring too much about a stupid game. I love to fish and have some cold beers. But I'm really not a fan of drinking at all and guns. Just too damn easy to stop thinking for one second and screw up. Next thing you know Joe Blow mixed a stiff drink and he's shooting his 9mm gonna kill someone.

If I really care about the hunting, which is like 95% of the time especially if it's my hunting as in not just going with a buddy to his friend's place to shoot a doe type of thing. Then I'll have a beer or 2 with dinner but that's it.

If there's anything I've learned it's the guys that drink hard while 'hunting' don't really hunt, they just Bs, get away from their wives and the world, and shoot their guns a little.

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I bet the bastard didn’t even show up with food or beer to share either.

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He showed up with 2 cases of beer and gave the cook $10 towards food. On the menu for the weekend was deer burgers and backstrap Friday night, and country style ribs Saturday night. Gave me $20 for gas.

We try to make sure every one that goes to camp pays an equal amount towards the trip.

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Did y’all shoot any hogs?

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We shot 4 hogs. 2 of them were 40 lbs and 2 were closer to 60.

It’s the tarpon rodeo brah what do you expect. I was at a party in grand isle this weekend. These fools were dropping acid and didn’t sleep for days. I just drank and cooked. It really was a great group though. Everyone handles themselves. No one was out of control. I cooked my dick off.

Was this your north caddo crew?

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It was actually pretty sad some 20 and 30 year friendships ended that day.

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Happens on Facebook everyday