All About Bob

Bob is the caretaker of the camp and the North Wisconsin version of crocodile Dundee. I first met Bob when I was nineteen years old and he did not talk to me or even seem to like me very much. The reason why Bob never talked to me was because I left the archery targets out on the range overnight and they were attacked by a bear. In my defense the archery targets are shaped like animals, in his defense he had already warned me not to leave them out.

Everyone has a favorite Bob story and mine involves him talking to me in a clearing by a forest. Midway through conversation he pulled out a ridiculous sized knife from his belt and held his other hand up to silence me. I immediately stopped talking and wondered what I had done to piss him off this time. Thankfully over the pounding of my heartbeat I heard twigs snapping in the forest and realized that this was what Bob had detected.

That’s right, in my first summer the prospect of a bear in a nearby forest was more appealing to me than annoying Bob.

So Bob vanished into the forest and left me standing there. Do I wait for him to return? Do I leave? Do I go get help? A few minutes later Bob returned and resumed talking as if nothing happened.

Times have changed and Bob and I are actually good friends now, which is good, because currently it is just the two of us at a very big camp. He has been cooking some incredible meals for me and introduced me to some local bars I never knew existed.

I could write more about Bob, but I have decided to let you judge a book by its cover. Or rather, I’m going to let you judge a man by how he decorates a lodge.

 

Imagine what the Christmas tree looks like… 

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