Well, I don’t know if it’s what you are looking …
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Well, I don’t know if it’s what you are looking for, but I took trips there as a kid. Family would get together and take a dozen or more three-wheelers and we would ride all over the place. I can tell you, there aren’t many places more haunting around. There are some pretty horrific stories (most of which I can only recall bits and pieces of) revolving around the old ice house. Satanic cults were the norm there in the 80’s and I stayed close to my grandfathers side and his pistol stayed close to his. We had loads of fun there, ridding from sun up to sun set, but there was the ever present thought of what else roamed that land.
I remember firing my first Stoner design rifle there (Eugene Stoner, inventor of the M16 and father to all the AR-15’s and M4’s we have today). We were shooting some bottle rickets into a chert pit when a National guard truck pulled up. They were just roaming about and as I recall my grandfather knew one of them. After some pestering on my part he let me shoot one round from his rifle. I had the empty shell casing for years. It’s a very fond memory.
I also recall being out later than we should one night. We were close to the icehouse and my uncle sat on his three wheeler smoking a cigarette. He thumped it into a large open pit and it hit the bottom. Then it moved about two foot and started glowing brightly as if another draw was being taken from it. I’m not sure a group of Hondas have EVER run so hard to get back to the truck.
