Grandpa's Roost

One of my earliest memories as a young boy was being awakened by cold, crisp, clean air and the drone of an ancient 10hp. Johnson Seahorse outboard.  I would find myself lying on my back in the bottom of Grandpa's handmade I.V. White bateau, wrapped in one of grandma's old homemade quilts. As he guided that cypress boat down the twisting Chipola River, navigating only by the billions of stars and a faint, pre-dawn orange glow in the East, I would pull the old quilt up just below my eyes to ease the chill and marvel at the beauty of mother nature's handiwork. As we meandered along, my imagination would run wild,  shooting at squirrels, ducks, turkeys, or maybe even a deer. I owe my love of the outdoors to that old man. He gave me a priceless present, an appreciation for nature and all those memories that don't fade with time. To this day, one of my favorite aromas is the smell of just spent gunpowder from an empty, still smoking shell. 

He would be tickled to know that I'm  providing the opportunity to enjoy those same feelings he and I shared so many years ago.  We can't take you back to the days of your youth, but we can promise "good company, great dogs, and hard flyin' birds". Bring your son, grandson, or just one of your buddies and come smell some "burnt powder".

Our "roost" is nothin' fancy. It's an open bunkhouse with a full bathroom, kitchen, sleeping room for 4, and a Direct T.V.  It's not a beauty on the outside, but the inside is as nice as you could expect to find anywhere. You can be fed and pampered with our executive hunt, or, if you're on a budget, save some bucks with our economy plan or a roll your own hunt.