Cheeseburger in Paradise sang Jimmy Buffett, and many burger joints claimed he wrote it while eating in their establishment. Pirates Cove is no exception.
There still is controversy over the exact location. Edward “Blackbeard” Teach quotes Buffett, “He answered that nobody but himself and the Devil knew where it was, and the longest liver should take all.”
The restaurant, and I use that term loosely, received 4.4 stars by Google. This Pirate-themed, dog-friendly haunt is a local favorite for boaters who enjoy simple American eats & live music. – Google If you make the trip, be sure to have a few bushwacker drinks topped with 151, a strong alcohol. I had one sans 151 topper.
I enjoyed the art work on the buildings.
The badge says it all. The locals have a saying, “I’m going to Pirate Cove to hang out with the riff raff. The definition of riff raff is disreputable people. Well, if we’re there that can’t be so. (t.i.c. – tongue in cheek)
My niece, Crissa and my nephews visited the Cove, the boys to swim, and the adults to imbibe. I enjoyed the dogs on the beach, although it’s nothing like the 3 mile stretch of Huntington Beach Dog Beach, California. I wished even more that Nick could have come. He would have enjoyed running free and socializing with the other dogs.
I’m always encouraged to see establishments who proudly fly the American flag.
The sun is setting. Time to head on back to the condo.
Ginger, a chestnut mare, was a gift from my father when we were living on Brindley Mt., Alabama. She was skittish, but friendly. I rode her in the fields when I could find time away from the children. Dad also gave my boys a Shelton pony with a cart. That’s a story from another time.
One afternoon friends from Huntsville came to visit. We walked to the barn, and at their request I saddled Ginger so they could have a ride. I decided I’d take her around the barn to get her settled and warmed up. We were trotting around for the first time when we rounded the last corner, and there were my friends laughing a talking. Ginger jumped in alarm, and began rearing in fear. You guessed it I lost my seat and my guest lost their desire to ride.
My neighbor had a Tennessee Walking Horse that he offered to let mate with Ginger.
We decided to leave them in the field for their romantic interlude instead of interfering in what is natural. Horses are energetic in their amour; they bite, kick, whinny and dance around each other. I had to wonder if Ginger would survive. Then I silently reminded myself they have been successfully mating without anyone’s help for a long time! Ginger produced a beautiful black male colt.
The Tennessee Walking Horse is gaited horse known for its unique four-beat “running walk”. They have a distinctive exaggerated movement called the Big Lick style. The breed is a mix of Narragansett and Canadian Pacer, Standardbred, Thoroughbred, Morgan, and American Saddlebred stock. It is a popular riding horse because of its calm disposition, smooth gaits and sure-footedness.
Shelbyville, Tennessee hosts an annual national celebration that is well attended. If you’re interested visit http://www.twhnc.com/eventcalendar.htm for a calendar of events.