The hunt is over

hunting club cabin

The smaller of two buildings at the abandoned "Chateau Log Cabin Hunting Club" near Carthage, Arkansas. The red circle is where a load of what appears to be number six shot impacted on the building. From the shot pattern, one can presume the shooter was standing and the muzzle of the gun was not far from the impact area. Looks suspiciously like one of the infamous, " ... I thought it was unloaded" shenanigans. See the closeup below.

This story started on the Photo of the Week Page at Corndancer dot com, where you will see pictures of the cabin and the hunting club sign. To see those pictures and find out how this whole thing started, click here, a very cool thing to do.

The two old buildings at the no longer active Chateau Log Cabin Hunting Club, just west of Carthage, Arkansas are just barely visible from Arkansas Highway 48 at highway speed. After a turn around and traversing a muddy ditch alongside the highway, I arrived on the premises. The building above has two rooms, both appeared to be bedrooms. Meals and socializing, of equal importance to the hunt in the hierarchy of deer hunting activity, probably took place in the cabin building just behind this one and to the right.

pellet impact area

A shotgun probably loaded with a squirrel shot discharged not far from these pellet holes.

We are presuming the pellet holes in the front of the building were accidentally made. One simply does not normally blast away at one’s deer club with a shotgun at point blank range. After the discharge there was probably a universal underwear change made by the members present at the time.

Hunting clubs run from palatial to pedestrian, with this one closer to pedestrian than palatial. Furnishings were (and still are) for the most part, spare furniture that most families accumulate by just being a family. Creature comfort is not the big issue, but protection from the elements is and this structure could handle that job well.

inside an old hunting club

The Hilton, it ain't, out of the weather it is. Accommodations were tight and if you had one really accomplished snorer, he probably filled the room with his raucous nasal concertos. The blue boxes in the window are electrical outlets, no doubt added after the walls were built. The window was the easiest and quickest place to mount the boxes. They were not shooting for a mention in Architectural Digest, only to have "juice" available.

Further down highway 48, I turned north on Arkansas Highway 9. North of Tulip on Highway 9, I came across Hunter Chaple Methodist Church, according to their sign, built in 1850. The church, in pristine condition is testimonial to a congregation of  caring members who understand the meaning of what is truly valuable.

Hunter Chapel Methodist Church

Hunter Chapel Methodist Church north of Tulip, Arkansas on Arkansas Highway 9.

Further up highway 9 is Lono, home of the Country Corner, purveyors of great sandwiches among other things. There is an old residence on its last legs across the highway from the Country Corner. I figured we had best shoot that sucker while we can.

old residence at Lono Arkansas

The elements are about to win. The fat lady is not singing, but she is warming up.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
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