My great-great Uncle's store. Building is still standing, the business closed in the 1980s.

It was located in a valley nearby two great trout streams and the Wisconsin River. Fisherman and hunters frequented the store with awesome fish and hunting stories. As a kid I was like a sponge and absorbed all the stories. A couple other things I remember is the distinct smells in the store. Pipe tobacco smoke and the hog and cow schit from the farmers.

The big treat for me was the cold Coca Cola pop immersed in the water of the Coca Cola cooler. You opened the bottle on the side of the cooler.

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