If there’s one thing that visitors vividly recall about our humblest of abodes, it’s the classic 80s-style black and white message board that dons the top right corner of Scuttlebuck Lodge’s gamerack.
Each year upon the first voyage down in the spring, this sign, equal parts nostalgic and outdated, is given a quick back-of-the-hand wipe to remove the winter’s slumber, and is placed back proudly in its spot to view all comers of our home. There are only two words written there, but they perfectly describe the true nature of the place and its ruggedly hallowed walls; “Welcome Goosehunters”.
His adjectives aren’t used in church. That’s how I’d describe Gordon Speers. A through-and-through old-timer, full of as much P&V as he was BS. He wasn’t the biggest fan of onions, and occasionally had a quiet opinion on the cookings of others. And maybe even didn’t feel much affection for our annual scotch tasting, but nonetheless Gord was instrumental in creating the place we recall so dearly.
I felt it only be fitting that I invite one of his longest serving friends to write his place in to Scuttlebuck’s final migration. Click here for John McManes’ writing on Gordon Speers “In Memoriam”.