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By Mike Austreng

Since the Minnesota deer season is nearing an end – if I remember right the rifle season is done, but there is still muzzleloader time left for hunting – I had to pass along a joke that any hunter who hunts with multiple other hunters will probably relate to. It’s about the sleeping situation at deer camp.

My memories of the deer camp sleeping arrangements go from sleeping in a sleeping bag on grandma’s living room floor to having the privacy of my own bedroom, and everything in between. There were always first-night campfires where the adult beverages flowed pretty well. A lot of time we’d cook our burgers or brats over the campfire, then head inside to play poker for hours – always too many hours to give any of us a good night’s sleep before the early rise to trek out to our tree stand, but that’s just how it went every year.

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Even the times some of us had enough sense to try getting to bed a little early some wouldn’t, and as the night went on conversations got louder and louder, so it wasn’t easy to sleep, even in my own bedroom.

Once midnight rolled around the rest of the hunters in camp decided they better hit the sheets to get some rest because 5:00 a.m. came early. I was never asleep before anyone since the noise was usually a little too loud. When the noise died down I’d lay there trying to will myself to sleep because I knew what was coming next – SNORING!

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That brings me to the hunting joke I wanted to share this week:

SLEEPING WITH KEN... The guys were all at a deer camp. No one wanted to room with Bob, because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn’t fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns. The first guy slept with Bob and came to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said, “Man, what happened to you?” He said, “Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.” The next night it was a different guy’s turn. In the morning, same thing, hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot. They said, “Man, what happened to you? You look awful!” He said, “Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night.” The third night was Ken’s turn. Ken was a tanned, older (a lot older) cowboy, a man’s man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “Good morning!” he said. They couldn’t believe it. They said, “Man, what happened?” He said, “Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Bob into bed, patted him on the butt, and kissed him goodnight. Bob sat up and watched me all night.” With age comes wisdom.

Have A Good Week!