Deer camp in Minnesota includes preparation, tradition, and at least one chair no one is allowed to sit in because it belonged to someone’s uncle and apparently still does.
The hunt matters, but so do the cabin meals, old stories, cold mornings, and the sacred ritual of blaming the weather with complete authority.
Across the northwoods, hunting season is a time to reconnect with land, family, and the quiet understanding that wool socks can determine a person’s entire outlook.
