With Michigan's firearms deer season opening Sunday, I thought I'd share a few photographs of a U.P. hunting camp. The camp was built by my grandpa when he returned from WWII. With his death, my dad's aging and my moving away for 10 years, the camp has been somewhat neglected. Since moving back to the area, a few new windows and a new roof have been installed. As a youngster, I can remember a camp full of family/friends; with the smell of fuel oil burning in the Jungers oil stove, the sound of the flame flickering and old men snoring at night; deer stories occurring by day. Over the last 3 years, the walls have grown silent with my brother moving, my dad's age and caring for my ailing mom and my buddy no longer able to make the trip from Grand Rapids. So, now I'm the only one, but come opening morning, you can bet my ass will be sitting under a tree in the swamp, come first light.