While in Pennsylvania, Mike and Shaun stumbled across a fantastic amalgamation of the United State's love of hunting and over the top commerce at Cabela's. You might know it as the weird outdoors and hunting catalog belonging to your friend's oddly manly fathers. Growing up I use to thumb through it only for the various jerky they once sold (the last time I picked one up off a coffee table, I found no jerky, only jerky making technology to my dissappointment).
But the catalog has nothing on the real life shopping experience. Shaun's photos filled me with envy and I have to get myself to one, even though, as Mike and Shaun experienced, I might just be the odd man out in a huge warehouse filled with camouflage, non ironic facial hair, the love of guns, and the fear of God.
The huge shop houses a cafe, an aquarium, cuckoo clocks, antler furniture, a gun library, and a fly shop. But the real specialness comes from the most obvious feature. Within the walls stands a huge, man made mountain covered in rams and elk and more. But don't think this is the only stunning, taxidermy tableau. It looks like Cai Guo Qiang meets the Museum of Natural History, meets Patagonia in there. In one corner a wolf makes a stand against oxen, in another zebras and hippos drink from a stream. It's crazy.
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Just the words “buttermilk”, “jalapeno” and “cornbread” made my mouth water. Lucky for me, 
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America has a long tradition of vagabonds and men living free. Hobos have particularly caught the imagination and 
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Never has that phrase been more apt than these last several years spent living in New York without outdoor space and hence, no back yard barbecues. In Austin, where we lived for a couple years after college, we'd make burgers and hot dogs all the time on our big shiny gas grill that had a special spot just for baked beans on the left side. Unless you're lucky enough to have a friend with a yard, it's mid summertime when it really hits home that you're missing out on the great American past time of cooking meat over flames. 
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You know those places, the seasonal retro ice cream stands that give short pants, pony tailed teenage girls their pocket money for the summer, scattered throughout this great country on the side of the road. If you're like me you also have a favorite one, one you visit as a tradition every summer. Our is in Lake George, and as I write this I am preparing for our annual visit to