... but some of you can identify. Especially if you are an older, tent camp guy. I love it when the meat is on the hanging rack and you're just waiting for your partner to fill his tag. Can't wait. This is from Alaska Adventure, by Jay P. Williams (P. 200):
" With the camp chores completed, it was time to enjoy that witching hour before darkness set in. How soothing is the mellow tobacco in the old pipe! The taste is better after a day in the hills and a satisfying meal around the camp fire in the evening. The sounds of the wild things of forest and lake were fascinating as I lay on the fragrant boughs. There was the shrill cry of the bald eagle, screaming at some piratical crows which were threatening to invade her nursery, or the weird far-carrying call of the loon, traditional harbinger of a coming storm...".