A similar thread on here inspired me to post this. Several years ago my brother-in-law and I were pretty deep in the woods scouting an area of wet marsh pocketed with many small ridges and islands in the Central U P. Not the easiest area to get to, but not crazy, crazy deep. Climbing out of the marsh onto one of the small ridges we found this bolted to a tree, along with what appeared to be the head of an ax buried in the tree, the handle long since rotted away. We thought we were in the middle of nowhere. "Friends since 1923"..."Friendship, morality, love" probably the coolest thing Ive ever come across in the deer woods. I briefly thought about pulling it down to attempt to locate family members, but the area now had a special feel to it, and I thought they put it here for a reason, it should stay here. So I snapped a picture instead. It summarized all that deer hunting meant to me as youngster growing up, and what it still means today. It was found east of 94 between Shingleton and Manistique in the Steuben area. If anyone has knowledge of these gents or how this came to be on a small ridge out in the middle of a marshy swamp please share, I'd love to know their story!