Rough as that old place is I cannot begin to describe the memories of fish fry's out on that porch, steaks and camp stews cooked in that fire-pit and consumed on that pick-nick table. No way to count up how many deer have been cleaned on the rack out beside it or how many of them were the first deer taken by my boys, nephews and the boys of my friends or how many turkey gobblers have been proudly hung from the porch. I wish I could remember all the tall tales and jokes told around the fire circle...Geo
