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Bradford Creek Coach And Rv Center
(252) 752-8886
2773 Sunny Side Rd
Greenville, NC
 
Twin Lakes Campground & Yacht
(252) 946-5700
1618 Whichards Beach Rd
Chocowinity, NC
 
Green Acres Camping Resort
(252) 792-3939
1679 Green Acres Rd
Williamston, NC
 
Tranters Creek Resort & Campground
(800) 421-7116, (252) 948-0850
6573 Clarks Neck Road
Washington, NC
Number of Sites
176 Total Camp/RV Sites,176 Electric and Water,176 Full Hookups,
Amenities
Cabin Rentals,

Lenoir Mobile Estates
(252) 523-0735
1125 Bland Howell Rd
Kinston, NC
 
Contentnea Campgrounds
(252) 753-9905
6433 Us Highway 13
Farmville, NC
 
Whichard's Beach Dance Club
(252) 946-0011
3660 Whichards Beach Rd
Chocowinity, NC
 
Green Acres Family Campground
(800) 421-7116, (252) 792-3939
1679 Green Acres Road
Williamston, NC
Number of Sites
175 Total Camp/RV Sites,161 30 Amp Service,8 50 Amp Service,175 Electric and Water,90 Full Hookups,45 Max RV Length,100 Pull-Thru Sites,65 Seasonal,85 Sideouts,60 Tent Sites,
Amenities
Cabin Rentals,
Recreation
Arcade/Game room,Biking Trails,Boating,Canoe Rentals,Fishing,Golf Facilities,Hiking Trails,Kayak Rentals,Mini Golf,Nature Trails,Non-motorized Boat Rentals,Planned Activities,Playground,Recreation Hall,Swimming - Lake,Swimming Pool,

Bicycle Post, Inc.
(252) 756-3301
215 E. Arlington Blvd.
Greenville, NC
 
Bradford Creek Coach And Rv Center
(252) 752-8886
2773 Sunny Side Rd
Greenville, NC
 

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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