Fourth Generation Deer Camp

Down in National City, where the river winds slow. Eighty acres of

timber, where the wild winds blow. Steelhead runs strong in the water

so clear. We cast our lines early, pull 'em in year after

year. Big bucks roam the ridges, antlers high and wide.

We track 'em through the seasons, with family by our side. Oh,

it's deer camp time, where the stories never end. Gathered 'round the

fire with kinfolk and friends. The cow cutters call and bids

flying high and true. For the biggest rack in the valley,