and a chilled bottle of rye! Four things I wish a herd of us here could get together and enjoy. I think we'd need more than one bottle of rye though LOL. What a treat it would be, yes I know it isn't gonna happen I don't own a hound anymore and my friend that had a pack that included three Grand Night Champions is long since gone. But Lordy I can remember the chill autumn nights, a huge campfire sitting around listening to the hounds sing and roasting of all things spam on a hotdog stick LOL and passing around a cold bottle of rye. Watching the moon wax round and bright as the hounds sang in the distance. We never shot many coons, just enough so's I could make pulled coon BBQ now and then. But what an absolute pleasure to sit beside the swamp, listen to the dogs, enjoy the fire and swap lies and tall tales and just enjoy the company of good friends. I guess except for the fire and hounds I have come to think of this place as the camp and the tall tales.