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Bull Run Regional Park
(703) 631-0550
6501 Pohick Bay Dr
Lorton, VA
 
Fairfax County Government
(703) 471-5414
1400 Lake Fairfax Dr
Reston, VA
 
Cherry Hill Park
(301) 937-7116
9800 Cherry Hill Rd
College Park, MD
 
Premier Athletics Club
4201 Wilson Blvd. #110553
Arlington, VA
 
Georgetown International Youth Soccer
Po Box 9862
Washington, DC
 
Burke Lake Park Golf Course
(703) 323-6600
7315 Ox Rd
Fairfax Station, VA
 
Cherry Hill Park
(800) 421-7116, 740-1210, (301) 937-7116
9800 Cherry Hill Road
College Park, MD
Number of Sites
390 Total Camp/RV Sites,350 30 Amp Service,300 50 Amp Service,390 Electric and Water,350 Electric Only,350 Full Hookups,9 Group Sites,50 Max RV Length,29 Pull-Thru Sites,5 Rental Trailers,35 Tent Sites,
Amenities
Cabin Rentals,Park Trailers,Dump Station,Cable TV,Laundry,Phone Service at Site,Store,Restaurant,Group Area,Pavilion,Pets Welcome,
Recreation
Arcade/Game room,Biking Trails,Boating,Canoe Rentals,Equestrian Friendly,Fishing,Golf Facilities,Hiking Trails,Kayak Rentals,Marina,Mini Golf,Nature Trails,Non-motorized Boat Rentals,Planned Activities,Playground,Recreation Hall,Swimming Pool,Swimming - Pond,Recreation Hall,Game room,Hay Rides,

Bull Run Regional Park
(703) 631-0550
7700 Bull Run Dr
Centreville, VA
 
Dick's Sporting Goods
(703) 933-0736
5714 Columbia Pike
Bailey'S Crossroads, VA
 
Art of Scoring Goals
(703) 287-0088
8201 Greensboro Drive, Suite 300
McLean, VA
 

Camp Virgin - A Woman's First Hunting Camp

Trying to envision an Alaskan hunting camp is an exercise in futility. Stereotypical wilderness experiences usually have one imagining a warm campfire, a group of men huddled around its' radiating warmth, guns propped, a faithful dog lying at their feet and tall tales. That is the dream of many but the realities of camp life sometimes take a different path. For months I had been listening to legends and narratives from my companion about all the goings-on in a hunting camp. Wildly exuberant disclosures of near-miss shots with his .454 pistol, recounts of the distinctive camaraderie that ties camp mates together and his gleaming excitement were all part of the enticing tales he would recite to me upon his return from the hunt. This year as he prepared himself for a new season of adventure, a desire to participate in this annual "boys" event was ignited. I wanted to head for the remote and densely wooded hills, I wanted to share in some of the action, I wanted to see what this was all about! What is the allure that makes a man want to spend days or weeks in a territory where the lavatory facilities consist of whichever tree or bush is the closest target? Or where a human could very possibly wind up being a link in the pyramidal food chain?

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After arriving at moose camp I spied the incorporation of a lean-to, fire pit and cabin, or my Hunter's Hilton. I was sure that my accommodations would have been the equivalent of an old, leaky and mildewed tent the size of which would barely fit two people and their sleeping bags. The surprise was a real 'lodge' that existed of an 8x10 cabin retrofitted with aluminum siding to help prevent the local brown bear citizenry from burglarizing the"palace". The look-alike shipping container cabin was connected to another ramshackle shed via covered breezeway. Two sets of bunkbeds fit in one corner and a tiny woodstove squatted in the other. Across from the woodstove was a shelf that supported a two-burner gas stove with the complement of a coffeepot. Cozy and warm, it was just perfect for female habitation. The"restroom" of course, was outside-around-the-corner-and-first-spruce-to-the-left.

Soot-covered frying pans, old-fashioned cowboy coffee pots, blackened sauce pans and a variety of cooking utensils hung suspended from support beams around the outdoor cooking arena. The best seat in the house turned out to be an old green vinyl bus bench. Burn holes from campfire sparks outnumbered the grease spots it wore and a Mexican horse blanket added a bit of decorated padding. This was where I would spend part of my time while the other half would be spent traversing heavily trafficked, mud-sloppy trails. Participating in the outdoor cooking experience was enjoyable since it was so contrary to the indoor regimen at home. Washing hands consisted of one good swipe on the ONLY pair of jeans I had brought along, then slopping a little bit of this or adding a little bit of that to the meal was the coup de gras of...

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