Ray, maybe you could post our pic of the tribe. I have zero skills when it comes to such things.
Our group from PA has been to HH six times. Three of those were in 11 months! To say we love it there would be quite an understatement. It has become a retreat from the real world for us. We always have a wonderful time and return home totally relaxed and wanting to do it again ASAP.
Lots of memories. Lots of adventures. Lots of laughs. And plenty to eat!
I remember the beautiful white crane that lifted off from Blue Lake and banked through the cypress trees and sunbeams. I thanked God right there for letting me witness such a sight.
I remember the first day I ever hunted there. Ray sent us into those briar infested short pines. I carried a full back quiver and full bowquiver. I was so hopelessly stuck I just wanted air lifted out of there.
I remember lying on "my bunk", the top one in the back corner. A full blown severe thunderstorm was raging that night. You could feel it in your chest when it cracked. I thought "I'm only 12 inches and a thin steel roof away from certain death!".
Midday was spent relaxing, shooting ant hills, looking for heads, and trying not to think about going home.
One of my more memorable moments............just Ray and I in camp right around noon, I was totally beat, leaning way back in the adirondack chair with a PBR in my hand, sun on my face, eyes closed, enjoying leaving the snow up north. Ray says, "Dave, are you having a good time?". Good time doesn't come close to describing my feelings. The word "Awesome!" is more like it.
Hate to see the old camp go up in smoke, sort of. Once you got used to rat turds stuck to the bottom of your bare feet it wasn't all that bad. LOL
Here's to the old girl! She has shaped the lives of many a happy archer!
You too Ray & Mike
Ray, the framed leather engravings I made for the camp are for you. Make sure you grab them before the big bon fire.