The Old Assateague Island Hunting Lodges
Known today as a national park, Assateague was once the premier duck hunting destination on the east coast. Many local hunters built lodges, some for profit, but mostly just to enjoy the awesome hunting and to get away from their wives..........one lodge was actually called "The Hen-Pecked Lodge" but was burned down many years ago. I have photographed the remaining buildings which are now sealed. Included are imags of some of the interiors which a previous superintendent gave permission (at my own risk) to photograph. When the island became a National Seashore, owners were paid for their properties and given up to 25 years to continue to use them, this time has long expired and the NPS is just letting them "naturally rot away"...seems a shame to me, but after talking to Carl Zimmerman about them I understand the impracticability of the situation.. But A lot of history lost here. My fishing mentor, Capt. Mac Simpson, now 90 worked at some of these lodges when he was sixteen as a guide. He was kind enough to spend most of several winters hiking to all the clubs and telling me many a story of the "good ole days." Since then I have hiked and explored pretty much of the 12 miles of "Oversand Vehicles" area and re-photographed much as digital cameras have come a long way since 2003...enjoy! P.S. I have attempted to be accurate in my captions but I am not an historian nor claim to be one.....One other thing, the photos are in sort of an order and the captions contain information that was verbaly given to me by folks who actually experienced these wonderful places......,THE CAPTIONS ARE THE GOLD IN THIS GALLERY! The captions,at times, flow into the next image so if you have the time or inclination run through them in order.......allen
"What it was like to stay at Green Run in it's heyday!"
Please enjoy Mr. Bill Hastings Memories of Green Run Lodge, Bill spent his childhood up to the age of 16 helping his Uncle Bob Jackson and family run the lodge. Mr. Hastings is way over seventy now but his memories are fresh as a pot of lodge coffee…….Hunters paid thirty five dollars a day which, of course, included everything but your ammunition and booze. This is as he spoke into a cassette tape recorder while walking;
“ They had a 36 ft boat named the “Four Jacks” which picked up hunters at Public Landing and brought them up Birch’s Creek….they put everybody in their rooms, got squared away…….they always had a fire going in the fireplace, a big fireplace they had some tremendous mission style leather chairs and sofas……you talk about comfort, now this was comfort it was something else…. and everybody would start intermingling and then of course the big bell in the hallway would ring and it was suppertime……and then the meal started……..and every Sunday night that’s when they would have their big welcome meal I mean they used to have one hell ova spread I’m talking about anything you could think of, roast beef, steaks, chops they didn’t have any peanut butter sandwiches I’m telling ya. Coffee, always pies for desert………now I know I’m talking and rambling walking down this country road in Arkansas but I sure can remember all these things…….They had a couple cooks down there, these guys came out of New Orleans and they were real chef’s one his name was Bass, I don’t remember ever calling him anything but Bass, now he’s a black guy, they had another black guy named Porkchop his name was Melvin Brown….he of course was the old Louisiana type cook. Normally about the middle of the week they would always put on a big spread in there with a big old platter and they may have fifty ducks on that darn thing it was heaped up and all the trimmings that went with a duck dinner……..at about 4:30 am everyone would get up and when they got up, honestly and truly, some of the breakfast’s there were better than anything you could get in New York……we’re talking about big pancakes, eggs three ways, toast by the bucket load…. the coffee was always going, those big two gallon pots were kept full all day, the coffee never went bad…….after breakfast the hunters would leave just before daylight to hit the blinds.
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