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Did you know there is a deer club in Dutchtown? Well I always knew there was but this season I received my first invite. So on a cold, cloudy Tuesday, I headed to the hunting club with two thirty packs in my trunk. I had been instructed to pickup one Miller Lite and a Coors Lite, which was a well thought up plan to get me in the “no women allowed” establishment. Of course at the time I was not aware of the rule.
Without giving the place away, since it is a private club, I’ll jump right into the adventure. A small group it was consisting of five to ten members. These men were much older then I, properly a few still worked, but most retired. All had exceptional personalities. The old time Italians from Hammonton or more likely “Goodfellas” dominated the crowd with their busting each others butts old style. I found this a real treat since I had just finished viewing “Casino” starring Robert DeNireo and Joe Pesci. Another guy who’s health was questionable ended up passing out in the bed. I feared my nursing skills would be put to test.
One younger gent who called himself a chef, literally took all day to cook a loin roast. Apparently a two pot method with no water does not work well. But with patience and lots of time we all finally got to eat the delicious meal. By now all were ravenous since out daily diet had consisted of beer, hard liquor, and some very unusual smokes. I couldn’t believe it! I thought these guys were too old for this sh…
Our evening was filled with old time music, tunes well before my time. We argued over who it could be. Was it Ray Price? Lefty Frizzell won out to a tune I’ve never heard before. Whatever station was on that old time radio actually broadcasted ads from yesteryear. I thought I had entered a vortex, but wasn’t that Ongs Hat? It was the hilarious display of adult toys which brought us back to reality. Oh how we played like children, where gender and age knows no bounds.
Well some people became antsy as the night wore on, and decided to visit the Pic-A- Lily Bar. Surprisingly, there were only a few patrons enjoying cold brew. Our group joined them for fine conversation. Soon afterwards, I bid my farewells, and started my journey home to Riverside. I may have left the pines behind, but with me I carried memories that will last a life time.
Did you know there is a deer club in Dutchtown? Well I always knew there was but this season I received my first invite. So on a cold, cloudy Tuesday, I headed to the hunting club with two thirty packs in my trunk. I had been instructed to pickup one Miller Lite and a Coors Lite, which was a well thought up plan to get me in the “no women allowed” establishment. Of course at the time I was not aware of the rule.
Without giving the place away, since it is a private club, I’ll jump right into the adventure. A small group it was consisting of five to ten members. These men were much older then I, properly a few still worked, but most retired. All had exceptional personalities. The old time Italians from Hammonton or more likely “Goodfellas” dominated the crowd with their busting each others butts old style. I found this a real treat since I had just finished viewing “Casino” starring Robert DeNireo and Joe Pesci. Another guy who’s health was questionable ended up passing out in the bed. I feared my nursing skills would be put to test.
One younger gent who called himself a chef, literally took all day to cook a loin roast. Apparently a two pot method with no water does not work well. But with patience and lots of time we all finally got to eat the delicious meal. By now all were ravenous since out daily diet had consisted of beer, hard liquor, and some very unusual smokes. I couldn’t believe it! I thought these guys were too old for this sh…
Our evening was filled with old time music, tunes well before my time. We argued over who it could be. Was it Ray Price? Lefty Frizzell won out to a tune I’ve never heard before. Whatever station was on that old time radio actually broadcasted ads from yesteryear. I thought I had entered a vortex, but wasn’t that Ongs Hat? It was the hilarious display of adult toys which brought us back to reality. Oh how we played like children, where gender and age knows no bounds.
Well some people became antsy as the night wore on, and decided to visit the Pic-A- Lily Bar. Surprisingly, there were only a few patrons enjoying cold brew. Our group joined them for fine conversation. Soon afterwards, I bid my farewells, and started my journey home to Riverside. I may have left the pines behind, but with me I carried memories that will last a life time.
