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Ted, Yes, opening day sure gets them stirred up and sends them into hiding. I had hoped to maybe go during muzzle loader season, but the temps have turned off too cold for me to enjoy doing that. Carolyn, Deer are maybe just like us...some more trusting, and some more leary than others. Once while hunting, a herd came along, and they spotted me (standing there with gun leaning against a tree). They all stopped and watched me watching them for a bit, and then one started slowing walking toward me (the trusting curious one). I was starting to get a little scared when one of them turned and high tailed it off, and the rest followed it. Could that be where the term 'high tailed it' originated? feral, Is it possible that with enough onion, garlic, or barbeque sauce, one could never tell what meat they were eating? Earl, No, he didn't tie anything off, and I have never heard of doing that. In checking my ready reference guide (from a magazine), it doesn't address tying off either, nor does "The Joy of Cooking" address it. We didn't save the heart and pickled heart just doesn't sound good to me....kind of like blood sausage, squirrel heads, and buttermilk...all yucky! Bully, cute picture...but I got Bambi's dad...not pictured. Colorado, No, here we count total points...this one had 3 on each side...The one staring down at me(from the wall) is a 'nice' 12 point though (6 on each side). Ted, That makes me wonder about the different tastes of wild versus tame rabbit(my most favorite meat). They definately have different tastes. Would their tastes best be described as wild and tame? My experience with tame, was that it tasted a little sweet IMHO from what I remember. Land, That's scary! It makes you wonder how many assaults there were that didn't result in death, and how many folks are killed each year as a result of vehicle/deer collisions. Earl, now I want to know how many were taken in Indiana. Sue

I hunt the Adirondacks in NY. I use to go with other guys but the past five years I go by myself.The coldest I know its been was 11 degrees.One year we were in tree mile from the road. We hiked in with some patchy snow on the ground. 5 days later we were walking though nearly knee deep snow. I had just bought a new sleeping bag the night before we left, Thank god!. I was warm as toast.I've been in other snow while hunting but not as much. If you wish to try this cold camping remember to put the eggs on the fire a few seconds so you can get the shell off the frozen egg.The worst part is getting up in the morning and having to get out of your bag, bend and get your boots on while having to pee

Reading all these responses, I'm just amazed! We've been camping for years, and have never encountered most of these problems at all. We usually go camping at one of the state parks in Cape Cod and other parts of New England, where the sites are roomy, private, and very quiet. But now, we're spending two weeks at a 'resort campground' here in CT. The sites are small, the people are up all night partying, they go to bed and leave their fires burning. But what really gets me is that we've got all kinds of kids coming over to our site and no sign of parents. We have kids ourselves, who want to play with these others, so I can't toss them out completely. But the first day I was going seven different directions as they tried to untie our dogs, snoop through our cupboards, asked me for snacks, drinks, and even for dinner. I lined them up and told them the rules for playing at our site, and a seven year old girl told me that her mother says she doesn't have to obey strangers, a boy points out that his big sister is developmentally delayed and I'll just have to watch her, 'cause she doesn't understand. Last night at nine o'clock, the seven year old girl was knocking on our camper door. She'd been watching for us to come back, she said, and she wanted to come in and watch a movie with our son now. What kind of a parent lets their kid go alone at night to a camper they can't even see from their site, and sit inside with people they've never met?