By T. Edward Nickens
It's a little odd that Stevens Recreational Camp was established just a month after the stock market crash of '29. Maybe it's because Drummond Island is so remote, the news hadn't yet arrived to the big deer woods of Michigan. Maybe it's because the U.P.'s "Yoopers" lived so close to the land they were more likely to put stock into a big garden and a centerfire rifle, things more tangible than a bank statement.
Or maybe it's because Opening Day of deer season in Michigan was coming up, and nobody much cared about anything else. That's what I figured. That's what I found.
The largest U.S. island in the Great Lakes, Drummond Island, Michigan is a part of the United States only because of a wrong turn taken by a U.S. and British survey ship after the War of 1812. But it's no accident that I headed to Drummond in mid-November to check out one of the Upper Peninsula's most historic-and intriguing-deer camps. You can read the story of the camp's history and heritage in an upcoming issue of Field & Stream. But the hunting was unforgettable, as well.
Photo by T. Edward Nickens
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This reminds me of camps I've been to in Northcentral PA and New York's Adirondacks. Wild places and true hunts. I love deer camp. I try to explain to people who don't hunt that it's a holiday, better than christmas.
These secluded places are really neat and are always a great retreat to the outdoors. Always a fun time for sure.
Great story. Its pretty cool to hear about the different traditions and rituals that happen at various deer camps around the country.
I've seen bigger horns on a "Chevy" !! Ah, you must be proud.
My grandfather (passed in July at 99 years young) hunted Drummond Island during the 30's. I will always remeber the stories and his massive 240 pound (dressed) 12 point that is now in my dad's cabin in Skanee, Mi. Thanks for triggering some great memories!
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My grandfather (passed in July at 99 years young) hunted Drummond Island during the 30's. I will always remeber the stories and his massive 240 pound (dressed) 12 point that is now in my dad's cabin in Skanee, Mi. Thanks for triggering some great memories!
This reminds me of camps I've been to in Northcentral PA and New York's Adirondacks. Wild places and true hunts. I love deer camp. I try to explain to people who don't hunt that it's a holiday, better than christmas.
These secluded places are really neat and are always a great retreat to the outdoors. Always a fun time for sure.
Great story. Its pretty cool to hear about the different traditions and rituals that happen at various deer camps around the country.
I've seen bigger horns on a "Chevy" !! Ah, you must be proud.
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