There might have been better hunting in some places on the mainland, but in the late 60's and 70's Grand Island was the place to be. There was plenty of deer and hunting over bait hadn't arrived yet. It was like one stepped back a hundred years in time.When you went there to camp, home was far away indeed. One drank a lot of beer, bragged a lot, smoked a lot, swore a lot, and sometimes we got lucky and even shot a deer or two. This is my tale of those times; it is as I saw it at the time......... Bud Morrison
