Louie’s Town
My dad had a group of hunting buddies who hunted in the Lewiston (Louie’s Town) area. Lewiston got its name from Louie the logger who ran a saw mill if I remember right. Anyway, dad’s group knew the Avery Hills, Atlanta, Lewiston area well. It was only natural that once his boys were old enough to hunt that they too, would tromp “ole Louie’s woods.” You’ve heard it said “old habits are hard to break.” Well,weening ourselves from our old stomping ground has been downright hard. After my dad died it just wasn’t the same. Oh,we tried to make a go of it without him, but he was the glue that held our “camp” together. Out of his six boys only one (Dean) has stayed true to Lewiston. The rest of us are scattered across the state. The last few years I’ve hunted around Hillsdale, not far from home. I see more deer ,and certainly see more bucks, but it just isn’t the same. I miss Tally’s Log Cabin Bar and Grill and their famous cheeseburgers. I miss bumping into the host of people from Monroe, who spend a week or two, running around in their red/orange deer hunting suits. I miss the “buck pole” and all the bragging that would go on during big buck night. I miss those scrumptuous meals my mother would have waiting for “her” hungry crew. I miss the smell of the fireplace and the sound of the crackling logs. I miss hearing my dad snoring through those paper thin walls at North-Shore Resort. I miss the kids playing in the snow, pillow fights, top bunk antics, and waiting in line to take a “cold” shower. I guess the heart of this whole thing is I miss those special FAMILY times that have now been regulated to my memory file.
Love ya Dad and Mom.
Mike
May 10th, 2007 at 6:30 am
Hi Mike What a great talant you have been blessed with, not only can you hunt but you can also write. Your blogs have sure brought up a lot of great memories. I also look foward to getting the grandchildren in the woods with me. Its just what we do, right. Love ya Rand