About once a month some of the good ol’ boys get together on a Friday night at what can only be called a rustic barn, hand-built out of remnants, scraps and just about anything that can be found and picked up for nothing or at least close to nothing. That’s not to say that this is just a four-wall barn crudely put together . . . no, no, no. This is a two-story, four or five upstairs rooms, complete with a deck and a slide to the ground floor, Man Cave.
There are two large poker tables, an old craps table and a few other odds and ends…ping-pong table, foosball table, dart boards, etc. But all the action is usually at the grill outside where the catfish is grillin’ and at the poker tables.
This man cave is out in the middle of the woods . . . way out in the boonies under the big Texas sky. Without any amenities, it’s definitely not a place for women and it’s way too unsafe for children, but it sure is an ideal man cave. What can beat a barn in the middle of nowhere where we can get together with our poker buddies to smoke cigars, drink some beer, eat some lemon-grilled catfish and play some texas hold em poker. Life is sweet at the barn, and even sweeter when you’re the big winner for the night.