10:15pm: Mercer, Wisconsin – Keys jingle from your encumbered hands as you attempt to unlock the old wooden door. Your right leg is busy scraping away an icy layer of snow from the stoop. A duffle bag hangs over your shoulder, while a sleeping bag wedges itself between your elbow and torso. In the other hand is a case of PBR that you set down in order to end your struggle with the front door.
The air temperature inside the cabin almost matches that of the outside, only you’re met with a distinct odor. An odor that can only mean one thing: Deer Camp.
After a short flashlight led walk over to the breaker box, a soft golden glow illuminates the knotty pine walls. It’s just like you left it. It’s just like grandpa and his grandpa left it 80 years ago. An old tattered plaid couch sits along one wall, and a line of hand-built rough sawn 2×6 bunks on the other. Curtains, bedsheets, and blankets all outdated and mismatched from formerly serving a life in grandpas actual home. An 8-point rack hangs next to the Old Style beer sign and wooden gun rack. Nothing matches, but no one ever dares to change a thing.
One, two, three, four generations of hunters have stories that still hang from the buck pole outside and never grow old. This is where we Celebrate the Hunt. This is deer camp.
In an effort to keep the lifestyle and traditions of deer camp stronger than ever, we invite you to check out the photos below and share a photo of your own deer camp with us. Whether it’s an old log cabin off a dirt road, a shiny new lodge on a lake, or even a 10×20 canvas wall tent in the woods, share your photos with us using #LegendaryDeerCamp and let’s keep the tradition alive.
