Hot As Hen

We attended the annual father-son get-together at the Quinnebog Fishing Club on Old Hen Island this weekend.

As always, we had a wonderful time playing cards, throwing horseshoes, traversing the webby rim of the island, drinking beer, chatting with the other guests, and eating like gladiators.  The generous hospitality of the Quinnebog members is legendary in our family, and this weekend was no exception.  Thanks, gentlemen!

It was hot as blazes when we were there, with the sun high in the white sky during the day and the air heavy and sultry at night.  The heat posed sleeping challenges for spoiled wusses like me who are now so used to air conditioning that they get uncomfortable in any sleep environment that isn’t kept at a constant 70 degrees, or lower.  The dormitory building on the island is an older wooden frame building that has never known the niceties of central air.  It got a little warm in there.

In such circumstances, you just have to laugh at the outlandish notion of using a blanket, position yourself to take full advantage of any stray breezes that might find their way into your room, and recognize that waking up a little hotter than normal isn’t the end of the world.  After all, the hot summer days just make iced-down beers taste that much better, and you just can’t find a better place than the rocking chair porch of the Pete Nowak Lodge on a balmy afternoon.

Equally important, humans apparently aren’t the only creatures affected by the broiling summer days.  The sea gulls and other water birds spent a lot of time bobbing in the water, the fish generally kept to themselves, and even the despised biting black flies couldn’t be troubled to chomp on a bare leg.  If a little heat is what it necessary to avoid the welt-raising plague of biting insects, I’ll take it any day.

2 thoughts on “Hot As Hen

  1. Wow!!! a nostalgia trip…. I worked on the Old Hen over 50 years ago.-the best place in the country for a teenaged man in the 60’s!!!!..and one of the best times of my life

    The club manager was Everett Dunn…he hired 3 teen men (to do the outside work especially workin’ on the boats) and 3 teenaged young ladies.(chamber maids, kitchen etc…)

    If anybody picks up this post.. let’s swap stories!!!


  2. I was out on the island twice, both times w/ my uncle Jon Lombardi. Played with the hook and ring tree for hours! Looked through the old leather book, saw the 1812 War hero signature, Henry Ford, Nelly Ford as well as Henri Houdini. Saw all the incredible poker-hands varnished on the lockers by the pool table. Also the photos of a US president, (Grover Cleveland???), w/all the black “assistants” for hunting on the island. What a complete ‘dream” to be there!!!!!!!!!!! Miss your Island!!!!!!!!

    Dante’ Aeneas Lombardi


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