Buffalo River Visit
My brother Mike, my daughter’s beau Evan, and I met up with Uncle Bobby the 2nd morning after Christmas at Mike’s cabin. “Camp Liberty” is located on the Buffalo River near our home town of Hohenwald, TN. I spent many a day in my youth along the river. Daddy and I would occasionally float it and fish. Friends and I would visit various “holes” along the river for a swim. Mom and dad also had a cabin on the river, at which they loved to spend summer afternoons, evenings, and weekends. Their place is up the river no more than a mile from here, so this was like stepping back in time. There are a small number of cabins and homes along this 4-5 mile stretch of the river … just enough to have a neighborly feel, yet very quiet, lazy, and relaxing. It would not be uncommon to spend the entire day here and only see 3-4 folks during the span of 24 hours.
Needless to say, our visit brought back lots of fond memories and familiarities. The sounds of the slow moving river and the small stream feeding it near Mike’s cabin are oh so peaceful. Wandering around in the woods along the stream were like returning to my childhood. We even crossed the path of 2 deer hunters and had a short chat about their morning kill and the goings on in this neck of the woods. Which brings me back to one of the reasons for our trip to “Camp Liberty”, which was to shoot a few of my dad’s old pistols and his 22 rifle. We carefully and systematically took care of a milk jug and 3 coffee cups, being the avid marksmen we all are. 🙂 It was a fun morning that perhaps only small town country boys can appreciate.
Uncle Bobby, Mike, and Evan on the Buffalo
- View of the Buffalo River from Camp Liberty
No small town country boy here (in me), but I can TOTALLY relate to these images and story. So jealous of this time you had with the boys!!
Mark, it was a great Christmas visit with you and the gang, , , you left out the daily ritual we have of visiting Buckhead Coffee during these visits, , , also a special treat.
Great photo and story. I agree, , , following Alf’s Branch a ways into the woods brought back some dormant memories of the great times I had hunting, fishing and camping with Dad growing up as a kid and playing “Army” and “Swamp Fox” with Billy and the gang in the woods around our homes. We even named a small stream near his house, “the Sabatoochie River”, , , it was not nearly as big as Alf’s Branch next to our Camp Liberty but fun to follow and scout nonetheless. See http://mikesisco.com/2013/12/16/my-best-pal/ for a photo from these memory banks.