So my friends thought it would be funny to come here to see my face when I walked in. And yes they were right. Boxes scattered on the floor, and there was a smell coming from near where they sold the live crickets and other hunting and fishing supplies. But when I started to look, really look, I started liking this place a little more. There were items you can’t find up North, like candy cigarettes and the jailbird newspaper. And the owner was very nice.