Last night my oldest grandson reminded me that he is old enough to hunt with us this year and plans to join us at deer camp. "What about school", I asked him? "No problem. I'll come up on the weekends", he replied. You might think that I would look forward to taking him hunting with us,and I really do except for one thing. This is the kid that can't go anywhere without sounding like he is the lead drummer for the Ringling Brothers and Barnum Baily Circus parade. I think he gets it from his grandmother. The last time I took her to deer camp, she walked up a hill and actually found some deer. She then proceeded to scream, "They are all up here". When I got to where she was, they weren't "all up here" anymore. I guess I really don't mind him coming to deer camp with us. Most of my friends and family that will be there really like to see young people getting involved in hunting. Deer camp is usually supposed to be an almost  reverently quite place. This year might be a little interesting.