Dave wood rd! That is some nice country, drove over it through Divide to the Basin many times When season really lite up good, the pressure would drive the animals towards Ridgeway, The loghill village golf course would be overrun with deer and elk

Back in the late 70'sit was circle the trunks for a wind brake, snow flying and coffee on the camp fire. Then cut some pine trees down made a three sided wind brake. Froze your toes and hands setting in the woods, northern Michigan. Great times.

Good memories. Started back in the early 70’s in Jack county. We hunted an even section back then (640 acres for the younger folks) that we leased for $300 ($60/person). All family except for one of my grandfather’s best friends. For us, hunting was the first week of the season, and only went back the last weekend, never anything in the middle. Hunting was a big family event, from grandparents all the way down to the grandkids. Some years there would be 16 people at the lease, counting aunts, uncles, and cousins. Only the men hunted, although the gals would sometimes go sit with men. There was an old house on the property that we didn’t stay in, but could run an electric cord from the house to the pop-up trailer that served us well for many, many years. We’d fill that up and then use pickup campers and vans for the overflow. The family friend had a travel trailer cuz he was ‘rich’. The bathroom was anywhere outside that the urge hit you. There was a big oak in the corner of the yard behind the house that served as the processing area; many a deer was hung from it (not all legal, no does back then). We hunted there from late 60’s though mid 90’s, the same way every year. In that time only 1 ‘good’ deer (by today’s standards) was killed, and it didn’t bother anyone even a little bit. Hunted deer in the morning and then came back for a big breakfast. Remember sitting on the bench watching folks cook while watching a 6-inch black-and-white tv that only could pick up 1 station (and even then only with the help of strategically-placed aluminum foil). It was a bonus when the cowboys were playing. Spent the afternoon, all afternoons, exploring and hunting squirrels in the creeks, but had to be back by 4 for the evening hunt. Usually once during the trip, we’d go to town (Jacksboro) to call home and eat at the Green Frog (a tradition). No cell phones of course. And, no 4-wheelers or golf carts, or rangers, or mules. You walked to where you wanted to hunt, and if you shot something, you drug it back to camp. Of the 16 ‘regular’ attendees at the deer lease, 9 are gone now. Always have the memories though.

Good memories. Started back in the early 70’s in Jack county. We hunted an even section back then (640 acres for the younger folks) that we leased for $300 ($60/person). All family except for one of my grandfather’s best friends. For us, hunting was the first week of the season, and only went back the last weekend, never anything in the middle. Hunting was a big family event, from grandparents all the way down to the grandkids. Some years there would be 16 people at the lease, counting aunts, uncles, and cousins. Only the men hunted, although the gals would sometimes go sit with men. There was an old house on the property that we didn’t stay in, but could run an electric cord from the house to the pop-up trailer that served us well for many, many years. We’d fill that up and then use pickup campers and vans for the overflow. The family friend had a travel trailer cuz he was ‘rich’. The bathroom was anywhere outside that the urge hit you. There was a big oak in the corner of the yard behind the house that served as the processing area; many a deer was hung from it (not all legal, no does back then). We hunted there from late 60’s though mid 90’s, the same way every year. In that time only 1 ‘good’ deer (by today’s standards) was killed, and it didn’t bother anyone even a little bit. Hunted deer in the morning and then came back for a big breakfast. Remember sitting on the bench watching folks cook while watching a 6-inch black-and-white tv that only could pick up 1 station (and even then only with the help of strategically-placed aluminum foil). It was a bonus when the cowboys were playing. Spent the afternoon, all afternoons, exploring and hunting squirrels in the creeks, but had to be back by 4 for the evening hunt. Usually once during the trip, we’d go to town (Jacksboro) to call home and eat at the Green Frog (a tradition). No cell phones of course. And, no 4-wheelers or golf carts, or rangers, or mules. You walked to where you wanted to hunt, and if you shot something, you drug it back to camp. Of the 16 ‘regular’ attendees at the deer lease, 9 are gone now. Always have the memories though.

We were outside of Jermyn in the 70's/80's One guy put a TV in his camper, he then tied a wire around a beer can and had me climb up a pecan tree and hang it so he could pick up the Cowboy game. Killed a lot of squirrels in the creek bottoms around there. Sometimes we'd hunt all weekend and see maybe 1-2 deer on the whole place, this was hunting with no feeders and sitting on the ground or brush blind. There were a few deer that got hung down the creek aways and not at camp because of the no doe rule. Every once in a while the old man would plug one anyway and say "needed some meat". Any deer was a good deer. All those old guys are gone now.

We weren't too far from you. Not many deer back then, but it made it more special when you finally saw one, especially a buck. I remember hunting my first 2 years (1 week each year) and not seeing a single deer. Never knew what a feeder or a blind was. I remember 1 year one of my uncles showed up with 5 pounds of corn that he was going to throw out. Was ribbed mercilessly for needing to use bait. Much thought and discussion went into selecting a place to hunt, either a few boards nailed in a tree or a 5-gallon bucket in a group of trees. Will always be the best memories that I have from my younger days.