Shooting up: Deer Camp Hopping

Picture this: You wake up at 5:00am with a splitting headache. You stare blankly from across the bunkhouse at the camp table filled with empty bottles of “Canadian Hunter” whiskey and cribbage boards. Theo is passed out on the floor by the stove trying to warm himself. You wonder where you are for a second and remember that you’re in Northwestern Wisconsin (whoa), and you’ve been sport deer camp hopping.