I spent the night before deer season at Jim Welch’s deer camp in Chelsea, Vermont. His camp is an old school bus, outfitted with a woodstove and a couple pallets in the back for sleeping. To get to it you have to drive through Mr. Bradshaw’s barnyard and then about a half mile across a field. The bus has been there for as long as Jim can remember and Mr. Bradshaw lets him use it.
So a bunch of Jim’s friends were coming out to the bus to do what they always do the night before deer season, which is mostly drink beer, tell deer stories, eat burned hamburgers, bitch about hunting permissions and land use and give each other a hard time. And no surprise, there was plenty of profanity. And since there’s no movie theater, no bowling alley or much cell service in this valley, fun is something you have to make up together as you go along….
Another awesome slice of this amazing state we live in. Thanks, Erica, for bearing the cold and snow to bring it to us.
Nice job! Nice edit too.
I heard this piece on my way to work this morning, or rather parts of it, on VPR. I laughed pretty hard for not even having my morning coffee yet. Sure do love me some good ‘ol boys! I enjoyed it so much so that I wrote VPR and asked for a link and they happily obliged! These guys a fucking awesome, as are you for capturing this beautiful slice of our home. My friend and I are getting a giggle over the whole segment again at the moment. See ya at Lenny’s boys! Haha. Keep up the fantastic work Rumble Strip, you have a new fan.
they really are pretty frickin awesome. Thank you so much for listening Chelsea and for taking the time to write! -erica
I work in Chelsea, but live in Montpelier, it is so wonderful to hear about (and from) the people that I otherwise wouldn’t. Thanks for taking us into this private moment and sharing it.
This is exactly the point of the show, so THANK YOU for listening Cleopatra, and for taking the time to write in. –e
Great Podcast!
I felt like I was there and knew everybody else who was.