Ironically, hunting camp is one of a very few places where you can find what makes being alive special. In camp there's a reverence for nature, history, and one another that is rare indeed. Killing deer is a secondary element of the ritual. Unlike life in the mainstream, position in hunting camp is determined by age, wisdom, and experience. Education, income, and profession are non-issues when it's time to make decisions or assign work.
Carpenters tell engineers to wash dishes and millionaires go fetch water.
Although I'm still near the bottom of the invisible ladder, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. The hunt itself is remarkable to observe and humbling to participate in. The mountains and the forest there are majestic. Several times a day the natural beauty of the place forces me to stop in mid-step and stare at some incredible new sight like a blind man seeing for the first time. The people are equally unique.