Is when you go hunting and you don't you just drink beer
It's the second week of deer camp and all the guys are here we never go out we just play cards and never shoot snow deer the only time we leave the camp is when we go for beer
When multiple deer hunters discharge their weapons in the face of one special camp participant, usually over the smell of generic cigarettes and Bush beer.
Well the whole thing with that is, the second week of deer came is when the real fun begins. Bring on the Deer Camp Bukakke!!!
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)