That last day in camp turned into the best birthday I can remember in a long time. I spent the afternoon packaging meat, first my own and then the others', drinking beers, and skinning skulls. Karen Mehall Phillips of American Hunter showed up after dark with the sixth and final deer, a muley. Despite the long drive and flights to catch the next day, we wouldn't let her drop the meat at a processor. Instead, everyone formed an assembly line for skinning, slicing cuts, and packaging meat and made short work of it. There were breaks for bourbon (I received a camo flask and a bottle of Bulleit as gifts), dinner, and cake.