Welcome to Back Creek

Bob’s

This is our first year to open the sugar trees at Bob’s…Let me tell you about Bob Harold….Bob drove the school bus when Pat was young, and it wasn’t like any school bus you or I ever remember.  Bob carried a Winchester Model 270 behind the driver’s seat, and would open the school bus door and shoot ground hogs right from the his seat.  He chewed Brown’s Mule tobacco and spit into a gallon bucket stationed beside his seat.  In the winter, when the roads iced up, he would stop the bus and make the kids put chains on the bus!  A typical conversation on the bus, “Shut up you d..m young’uns! Ya can tell its gonna rain, y’all are raisin’ hell this evnin!’”

That was before Pat started driving the school bus - at age 16!  But that is another story…

It is a pretty little sugar bush, it is flat, and the trees are too far apart for tubing, but the buckets look like they belong here.  The trees are nestled right next to the creek in the shadow of Little Mountain.  The rushing waters make me want to empty buckets faster, faster.  But that old sugar house makes me think that if we opened the door, Bob would swear at us, and then invite us in to sit by the fire and tell stories while the sap boiled.