And his old hunting dogs.
A walk down to the old pond made me want to grab a fishing pole and spend the rest of the day catching a few whoppers.
Instead, I managed to catch about a dozen or so chigger bites. It was horrible. Itch! And this brought to mind another distant memory of my days at Grandpa's... the pungent smell of Campho Phenique. Ugh!
I guess that's the price one pays for interloping on land that nature seems intent upon taking back. It seems so odd that less than a mile from this place stands the typical generic shopping centers -- Target, Wal-mart, Starbucks, you name it, it's there. Of course all of these stores have been built in the past few years. Before, it was all farm land. And before that.... chigger territory, I can only presume.
I wasn't the only one feeling nostalgic about this place. As we drive past the Panera, Robby remembers the place where he got his first job (working on a farm) as a kid. It's hard for me to imagine it-- all I see is concrete, asphalt, and free wi-fi.
The land I was walking is currently "owned" by Mr. Alexander; a sweet man who has simply gotten too old to take proper care of all these old buildings. I imagine this place will become a shopping mall or a new housing division when he passes. He keeps signs up to keep people from hunting and from tresspassing, but they still do. Don't misunderstand, I was given permission to snoop around, but, while back by the pond, I spotted an intruder!