I spend a lot of my time hunting deer alone. Mostly, I like it that way. I'm a hermit, so that's no big surprise. This year, I spent time at a cool deer camp in the eastern Texas Panhandle. I was hunting the Plaska Lodge with owner Oren Don Molloy near Memphis, Texas. The lodge is a totally refurbished, 100-year-old general store. It sits in the middle of nowhere surrounded by cotton fields and rolling brush country. Inside the lodge you find deer mounts, turkey mounts, elk, shed antlers, wood burning stove, hunting pictures, comfortable couches and a TV. Out back is a barn to skin and quarter deer, stacks of mesquite wood to grill steaks and an archery range. It's a sure-enough nice place to flop when the deer hunting is slow. I shot a fine 9-point on that trip, and I hope to go back to look for another buck next year, but honestly the camp and people in it were what made that hunt fun. Now that I'm a little older and wiser, I get it.