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Small world what memories

My father and his hunting buddies when I was a youth in 1950's and 60's and yearning to hunt
Were known as The Bingo Mt Boys making a trek each year from Conn up and over the Brandon Gap into Bingo Mt area Green Mt National Forrest in Vt.
They lived out of army surplus tents for a week along the Bingo Mt Rd.
One night during the week they would make a pilgrimage to the Manchester Inn for a night out that's when they would call home to their families I would be anxiously await his evening call to hear the stories of who got or saw what
I was like Ralphy in a Christmas Story
Finally when I became of age and hunted a few years with the group.
It was tough hunting . Unlike like today's Ranch canned hunting
All good things in life come to pass