There was a wooden stand at guices. It was dope. Had some white 2x4s on it. I remember specific details. Time and place.
Little knob of a hill looking down in the swamp. Maybe you didnt wreck that one.
I also remember us wading a slough, trying to shoot a shîtpoke and finding hedge apples chewed up by armadillos on the last ridge toward cumberland city ferry.
Your thinking across the highway on the TVA 196 acres across the railroad tracks. I need ta hit that mid morning mid day also.
