What I found was the remnants of what appeared to be just some old building. I asked my father about it and he told me my great, great, uncle had built it. He wasn’t really sure why. Years went by and my father and I bought the farm and the old shack was part of the property. I just loved going up near there to hunt, it just seemed to call me to it. Every year I would start my hunt from that place. A couple of summers ago I asked my Grandmother about the old building up in the woods and she told me that her uncle had built it just to have somewhere to go. She said when her uncle would go up to the shack that her aunt used to say, “There he goes again up to that Pout House.” She said that’s where he would go when she had scolded him for something. I don’t know all of the story or even how much of it is true, but from that moment on we referred to that shack as The Pout House.”

That is the story of the Pout House. A remnant from generations before left on the family property. L.T. can go up to the Pout House and be reminded of his family members that came before him. He can admire the work that was done by hand so long ago and still holds up to this day. It has inspired him to work hard and create tools that can be passed from generation to generation just like good stories or even a Pout House.