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There is strength in numbers, and it brought a considerable amount of comfort to have company arrive that afternoon. When the wrangler rode into camp on his return from civilization, I suspect he was just as glad to see me as I was to see him. As we unloaded the few pack animals he had brought in with him, I told of the previous night's events. Later, as he inspected my partially collapsed tent, it was decided that we would share his tent for the night. I don't recall if that was a team decision, but I do remember that...

The final exit from hunting camp my first year as camp cook proved to be a bit of an adventure in itself. (November 2, 1982) A snow storm dumped several inches on us during the last hunt of the season. The scheduled 10-day hunt was cut short due to the will of Mother Nature. All three hunters were able to quickly fill their tags, which enabled an all-hands-on-deck effort to get the entire camp packed up and out before more predicted snowfall arrived. Most of the sleeping tents were taken down the day before we left, which made for a...