After stashing gear, grocceries and goodies, we put our bows together and went out and flung a few at the back stop just to loosen up a little. We had to be back at the main lodge by 12:30 for a meeting and to be shown where our baits were. We arrived a little early and shot some more on the other side of the lake. Carl the owner of the place came out and watched us shoot. He was excited there were a couple recurve guys in camp! He said he doesn't get many in fact we were the only 2 this year. After talking with Carl I found out he has been shooting a mulberry selfbow this year, I was feeling at home already!
During our meeting on the do's and don'ts of camp Carl told us there was a bumper crop of blueberries this year and they had not been seeing the bears they normaly do. However there was a big cold front coming in on the 9th and he expected that to liven things up.
We were showed to the baits we were to hunt they were about an hour drive from camp. The first 10 miles were nice paved roads then we made a turn onto the gravel where I stopped to take a picture of this sign.
Dad's bait was 21 miles down this road. Mine was 33 miles down this road. Dad's bait was known as rocky bottoms. It was situated in a low spot in a hollow right next to a big rock cliff anout 50 feet high. My bait was known as first shot. it set on a shelf part way up a ridge thick in spruce tree's both of our baits were set up 10 yards from the stands. here's a picture of me I had Carl snap of me on stand when he showed me where it was. He was standing on the hillside in front of me almost at my level.
The spruces were so think around this stand you could only see 10 to 15 yards in any direction.