My father is the camp cook in his crew. He worked all his life as a meat cutter and in the run-up to deer camp, he would watch for the best steaks to come across the butcher's block...they got set aside. I went to camp with him once in my early 20's but I was not really a hunter at the time. He ran that kitchen like BOSS. The food was amazing, miles beyond anything my mother ever made. At 84, he is still the camp cook, has given up hunting (he was never all that excited about it in the first place), and there is hell to pay if anyone makes noise in camp during designated quiet hours!
I like cooking in any situation, camp is no exception. My buddy, Mikey, helps out, but I am the Cast Iron Chef. I like to step things up a bit, exceed expectations. I am planning on getting a nice can of duck fat so that I can do proper "pomme frites" over the fire. For those of you that don't know, they are what French fries wanna be!