The cabin on the river was empty during the week ,-opened like clockwork on Friday at six !..  Continuous card games , five card stud , five card draw , home brewed beer and painters **** , brought in Mason jars and cooled in " the ***** ." Milk jugs reflecting by the light of the moon , trot lines baited with chicken liver , blood bait and all sort of rank concoction ! Breakfast and dinner , placed at the gate on South River Road , delivered by family members , volunteers bringing the feast to the smokey lodge , where Poker never ceased from Dusk till Dawn ! Aroma of Pipe tobacco , cigarettes and cigars . Red man , Levi Garret , Chattanooga Chew , Johnny Walker Red , Jim Beam and Southern Comfort ! Men talked loud with shine running through their veins , laughing all night , I could hear them a half mile away ! Some would get so drunk that they bathed in the river , some would get bored , shoot liquor bottles and beer cans ! I could tell a thousand stories about that cabin , good and bad , some struck it rich , some left empty handed ..Never heard a word about the cabin during the week , men would look puzzled , shrug their shoulders , like it didn't exist !