Here's my favorite of the Drummond Island blinds. No neat name. No oddball carpentry. Just a stack of logs overlooking one of the gnarliest, darkest, buck-lookingest cedar swamps you can imagine. For 70 straight years-"except a couple of years when Mama was sick"-Don Franklin's dad spent days on end in this blind. It's now fallen down, the logs rotten and mossy. But just walking past, I could tell this was hallowed ground.
Seventy years of sunrises and antlers. This is the marrow of deer camp. A few years back, Don painted the red cross on the tree, to honor his dad.
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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