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For many years our hunting group, consisting of Herb Bohrer, A. C. Bohrer, Don Sharp and myself, Dale Truax, have been going to the western states to hunt elk, mainly Colorado. We have probably hunted over more ground in Colorado then most, covering the central and western parts from the Wyoming border to New Mexico on the southern side. We have had one of the most gradifying hunting parties that anybody could imagine. Its just like God himself put us together. Each new season brings us together to plan and make the neccesary arrangments for another hunt. Don is the leader, and we let him go ahead with the planning because he is very good at that kind of thing. He is an ex state trooper and the expert training and practical experience atained in that position has made him very acute in seeing things that the ordinary eye fails to see and the mind look over. He has all the neccessary camping stuff stored in his garage ready for the next trip out west.

We travel just a little different then most. When just the four of us go it is perfect for us to travel in comfort in one pickup truck and a trailer. The back of the truck, or rig, as it is known out west, is fixed into a bed with two layers of 5" foam padding, with blankets and sleeping bags on that. Of course that is all under a camper shell. (cap) We have, through experience, figured out the best way to rotate so the upmost comfort integrity is afforded. We leave home with one driver behind the wheel and a copilot or seerer, in the right seat. That leaves two to jump in the back to rest up for when a change takes place, which is usually when we refuel. The two that were in the front will now get into the back to rest, sleep and get ready for the next change. At the next change the copilot from the first stent will now be the driver and the first driver will now become the copilot. And so goes the whole trip. We drive straight through to our destination, except for refueling and eating, and arrive there pretty much relaxed and untired. The only thing that throws a clinker into the works is when we take an extra person in one vehicle or two extra persons and two pickups. We havn't figered out a working solution to that one yet that lets us get the needed rest. We put all of our supplies into my 14' dual axle trailer, including a four wheeler, sometimes.

Depending on the hunt we may elect to use a small sleeping tent, when just the four of us are on a hunt, or the big 16'x 28' tent when we hunt with others. That way we supply the facilities for all. It has been known to sleep 12 persons with a place for each person to store gear close by their own station. We used to take a seperate tent to use as a cooking station. Of course that is extra work to set up each time and all the details of that being pulled together seemed to me to be to much extra. Some years ago I decided to put together a trailer that would double as transportation for our gear and also be the kitchen when we got there. I bought a 14' daul axle trailer with 6'-6" clearance inside, installed shelf for gas cooking equipment in the left front , pre-plumbed it for gas, made mounts for a horizontal 35 gallon propane tank on the tongue. The inside is wired for both 12v and 120v. with four 12v lights and two 120v lights over the eating and cooking area. I made a table that extended from the cooking shelf back along the left side to within two feet of the rear doors. This table is hinged so it will fold up flat against the side to be out of the way when traveling. There is also a drop down shelf on the other side that is used to store our staples. At the right front, between the door and front corner, is a small stationary table, for whatever, and a place for two covered 12v batteries underneath. A place on the upper front is provided for a 12v battery charger. Of course a paper towel rack, hangers for griddles, pots and pans, electric outlets and lots of other little items. The side cargo door has a crank out window and regular door knob latch installed, leaving the regular door latch intact to lock for security when traveling. When we get to our destination we unpack the cargo from the trailer, set up the tent, and then back the trailer up to the side of the tents door to within a few feet. A plastic tarp is used to cover the tent and extend just over the rear of the trailer. I made a lean-to, out of stick together piping stuff, and we cover that with a plastic tarp, that goes onto the right side of the trailer, where we store our supplies in the dry. This method has proved out very, very successful on many a hunt when the snow was plentiful. It gives us a place to get in out of the weather, to dust off when coming back from hunting, plus we don't have to go out into the snow when going from the tent to the cook trailer and back, tracking snow and mud everywhere. We always have a supply of old carpet pieces and cardboard to keep us off the dirt in the tent and under the lean-to.

Herb used to own the Blue Flame Propane business, in Berkeley Springs, before retiring, and that made it simple to get the gas. He is also the trouble shooter, at camp, for the gas equipment used for cooking and heating. Speaking of heating. When we first started hunting in Colorado, back when, we took along a tin wood stove for heat. After a couple nights of zero, and I was the one nearest the stove, which means I was the main one to keep it fired all night, we decided to go another route with that. Don came through again with a couple propane heaters that have worked out really well. The only problem we incurred was having the regulators freeze on us a couple of times. It seems there are regulators called high altitude regulators. That helped some but we still have to get them mounted close to the heat to keep them from freezing. I guess you figures out by now that we got cold a time or two. But all in all, gas is the only way to go. The tank on the trailer tongue supplies the cooking burners and a line is run into the tent for the stove (s) and hanging gas lights, when used. If there is a generator to use, we then have electric lights strung along the top of the tent. Very seldom are we camped where we can plug directly into the line current. But it has happened.

A.C and I do our share of helping set up and tare down camp, cooking, washing dishes and chores around camp. We mainly do the story telling and pranks. A.C. is known far and wide for the way he can "slam" someone, as he calls it. And it matters not who it may be that is at the other end of the "slam". He will silently await a person, maybe for days, until he is assured that he is the one for his pleasure, and wam-o. A secret string of , sometimes indelicate verbs and adjectives, comes rolling out upon the unsuspecting victim. I have seen grown men stopped in their tracks as if suddenly struck by lightening. You could see the exasperating expression of, " what the ___blank__ was thet thar"? Of course the whole camp, and sometimes it may be 12 to 15 standing around a campfire, are always open to the occasion when someone will become the next succulent victim to, "the slam".

After Don retired from the state police, he became a J.P. and then a judge. A. C. gives of his time, to the county, to be the bailiff in the local court. At one time they both served together, at certain trials, and so came about one of the strangest pranks known to any hunting camp. I had contrived the document of, "Beulah Land Travelers Association", and showed it to the others, for their approval, as the parties by-laws. Don and A. C. packed their court gowns among their hunting garments and took them to one of our hunting sprees to the state of Oregon. We were hunting the Beulah Range and camped there in a secluded area below the actual hunting grounds. The second night, the night before the season opened, as the camp fire was burning brightly and fellows were gathered around, Don adorned his robe and called for his bailiff to bring the Silver Fox to the bench. Now of course just some of the rest of us knew anything about what was about to happen, whatsoever. So, when A. C. grabbed the "Silver Fox", handcuffed him, with no small squabble, and dragged him in front of this man he thought was a friend, who was attired in costume that didn't exactly fit his taste, some eyes popped compeletly out of their sockets, to say the least. Now there is a complete story behind the name of ,"The Silver Fox", which will be told in another story, but it belongs to our Oregon guide and friend, "Blair Deshong". With Blairs temper flaired, Don pulled out this document, "The Beulah Land Travlers Association and began to read. Adding a heading to it he began to indoctrinate "The Silver Fox" into the association. While Blair was beginning to mellow a bit, after such a shock, there began another incident that behoved an even stranger flare. While the proceedings were proceeding, Don happened to notice that one in the party had a beer in his hand and staunchly admonished him, in front of everybody, just as he would have done in a regular court. The only thing was, this guy, named "Curt", thought he was kidding and the judge, "Don Sharp", banging his gavel, on the quickly made bench of stump wood, ordered the bailiff to cuff and stuff him for contempt of court. Now, there was complete attention of the whole lot of hunters around a campfire of this kangaroo court of sorts, and I was busting a gut by now. I looked over across the way at Herb and he was bent over holding his side and choking on a chew of Red Man. Everybody by now was either in dismay or starting to get the drift of what had just happened, by mine and Herbs laughter. Everybody but Curt, that is. He was fit to be tied. Oh ! I'm sorry. He was tied. Well, finally the cuffs were removed, Blair recovered, to a point, and the meeting broke up. Not a whole bunch of laughter was heard in that camp that night, kee,kee,-cept in out tent. As we were going to sleep, someone would bust out laughing and then the whole tent would fall compeletly apart. This went on for hours. You would have to know our guide, Blair Deshong. When he walked out in front of us early the next morning, looking at the ground and saying nothing for a bit, and then without moving his head, turn that one eye up at Don in complete silence, not a word came out of his mouth, said, "I got your number". Just with his look. We soon learned just how good he could talk, without saying anything, as the hunt wore on. Poor old "Curt" didn't learn a thing. He disappeared from a mountian top hunt one day and was found at 10:30 that night at a bar in a town 25 miles away.

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