I live in a log house up in the mountains, as everyone knows. I live up here because it's secluded, and peaceful. Although I always have a firearm, I don't hunt. I would if I needed to, but I don't have much taste for it otherwise.
|Deer Camp, Sept 2016|
|Red Stag, New Zealand|
My middle brother, who is a year younger than me, is an avid hunter. He retired at age 50, and since then he has spent a lot of his time hunting, as far away as New Zealand but usually in Montana or Wyoming. In the picture at the top of the post, he's the middle man in the top row. The fourth from the right in the front row is one of my nephews, also a hunter. This picture is the occasion of The Last Deer Camp up in the Sierra Nevada's.
He built his compound using mine as a model, so it has a lot of the same lay out though he spent a lot more money on his, and it's very lavish. For instance, I have a diesel generator that powers essentials, he has one of those propane generators with an inverter that kicks on as soon as the grid weakens, and runs the whole house without so much as a flicker. My buildings are comfortable but rustic, his are something out of Cabin Living magazine. He's very much into the self sufficient mentality and his property is very well equipped for come what may.
|The garage with apartment overhead.|
|The main house|
For more than twenty years, my brother has hosted a big deer camp for his old cronies and family. Used to be, as many as 35 people would come up there to his place and spend a week hunting. The sick, lame and lazy stayed in the apartment over his garage, or in the main house. The rest pulled up trailers or campers with them. But over the years, people got married, or they died off, or they moved away. Now my brother has decided to sell his home in the Sierra's and move to Oregon , to be near his grand kids. So this year is the last deer camp.
previous deer camps
|When he sold his business to a British company, he had a big farewell party for his employees. The picture speaks for itself. He made sure they all kept their jobs, didn't cut anybody loose .|
|The " Old Gringo" bought himself a condo in Mazatlan. Used to spend part of the winter down there.|
But all good things must come to an end. We were never really close, and over the last few years we haven't seen each other or communicated much. My brother is generous to a fault, considerate, and honorable. He is also overbearing, arrogant, cynical, and can be even more obnoxious than I am. It's one of those things between brothers. I regret being back here in Georgia while my extended family is in Oregon. But maybe we will take a trip out there to visit. We're all getting older, so it's probably a good idea. His closing down the house in the Sierra's has kind of shocked me. It's like me moving away from here. It's an indication that my brothers and I are all getting older, not that I needed any help recognizing that fact.