I've never been to this camp, so I can't offer any insights. OTOH it's Friday night and it just seems right for some beer and hunting stories
I grew up in Montana and at the ripe age of 12 I picked up a rifle and went hunting as is proper in those parts. In our camp there was an old guy named Al. Al had hunted all over this country from the time he was a teen and he didn't like to adventure much by the time I knew him. He took a 218 Bee to camp every year, but I don't know if he carried a single cartridge for it. Al would talk to farmers and DNR all year long, host parties all summer for the guys to stand around maps and grunt approvingly, Al was a helluva guy. He even took a 5th wheel to camp every year so we had a nice warm place to hunker down and play cards if a blizzard blew in.
My very first morning in camp I walked into the camper just before sun up and Al's got a full omelette bar cooking! I order up a ham/mushroom/swiss omelette and a piece of toast and viola! There it is just a few minutes later! By the time we have all had our breakfasts, Al was done lining up sack lunches with our names on them! I put mine in my pack and head off for a day of hunting. Al is such a character, he won't let anyone even do his dishes, he says it gives him something to do while he listens to the radio. Later that day I find a nice bluff looking out over Gods country and I open my lunch and there is a sandwich, chips, a pickle, some candy, all kinds of goodies! I have my three course lunch with my million dollar views and head on back for the second half of my loop.
I get back to camp and there is a ton of commotion. One guy got a nice mulie buck, and two guys got antelope. It was a busy night but we got it all up on the buck pole and Al was making us a special dinner to celebrate the guys successes! I clean up and head to the camper and I've barely cracked the door and I'm about knocked over by the smell of liver and onions! To this day I can't think of anything I'd like to eat less than liver... Al dishes up every man a double helping of fresh liver. So much liver there isn't any room for any side dishes. Hell, Al didn't even make any sides. We had liver, liver, liver, and some onions. I pushed it all around my plate a little bit, ate out the onions, tried to eat a few tiny morsels of liver, but I couldn't do it. I went to bed a little hungry and looking forward to my made to order breakfast!
Turns out Al had a GREAT sense of humor. Everyone got their omelettes and he had a special one for me. I took it and sat down for a bite of my... left over liver and onion omelette! Turns out Al was a depression era kid, waste not, want not. I ate the egg around that liver, scraped every last piece of cheese off the plate I could, but I didn't eat any of the liver. I should have suspected something by the way Al smiles as he wished me a good hunt and handed me a paper bag with my name on it :D
I don't need to tell you what kind of sandwich I had that day, or that I buried it, or how much I prayed nobody shot any critters with a liver big enough to be cooked! I got back to camp that night and Al made me a big mug of hot cocoa with that same wicked smile and served up some tenderloin and potatoes for the whole crew.
Al died just a couple years after that trip, but that's the sort of character you always hope to share camp with!