It is a trifecta of redneck delights. First is the bait and tackle shop, which smells of fish and creek water. Inside the bait and tackle area, you are greeted by a huge confederate flag, there are small fish tanks, all filled to the brim with tadpoles, crayfish, and minnows. A few walls are lined with various hooks, baits, lures and tackles. They even sell rods for the forgetful fisherman. The tackle shop even has a small display area with cokes, candy, chips, jerky and other convience store items. The style of the place is set up like an old country store from the late fourties. The cash register/check out is in the middle of the store. At the register, you will find magazines from car finders, farmer almanacs, mule traders, dixie outfitters, a few anti-goverment mags, and a few 'beef up your homeland security' mags. To your left, in an add-on section is the gun shop...for those decerning hunters with an eye for a bargin. You can get anything from a 9mm to a pump action shotgun, to even an AK-47. But, you have to special order those. The add on is fairly modern and a simple construct. It was a bomb shelter constructed during the big nuclear weapons scare. It is large enough to house and store various weapon from hand guns to cross bows. A sigh above a cash register reads, 'We Do Special Orders.' If you go outside and to the right, is a small filling station for you gas tank. Only one pump though, so you will most likely have to wait in line. But, if your car breaks down. Aren't you in luck, because behind the old building is a garage. Its not midas, but it is better then nothing. Might take a few weeks for parts. But, if you need a tune up, someone to check the brakes, or read your fuilds. This is the place to go. Outside the garage proper is a chalkboard sign listing services and prices.
On the front porch is almost always a senial old woman, she sits in a rocking chair, constantly knitting and talking to herself. You might even see a future nascar fan, running around in a dirty diaper and drinking Coca Cola from a sippy cup. actually, from time to time there will be whole packs of children, ranging in ages from 3 to 13. The tackle shop is run by a young woman, she is not much of a converstaionalist. You can tell that she used to be attractive, twelve thousand cigarettes ago. Tobacco has made her older before her time. Her lips have lines on them and her youthful eyes sport heavy bags under them. She is thick, mostly around the middle, but her legs are thin. She is much like a boiled, peeled egg on toothpicks. She has over processed, 80's big, frizzy hair and blue eyes. She tends to dress a bit too young for her age, always showing hang over belly and cleavage.
The garage and gun store is run by a man named Tim Cullman. He stands around 5'9" and is very dark evrywhere his clothes do not touch him. So to say he has a farmer's tan is an understatement. His slightly graying black hair is combed over to attempt to cover the bald spot on his head, but his receading hairline always gives him away. Covering his chin is a short, but bristly graying beard. To cover his thinning hair and to protect his scalp is a baseball cap. Over his dark green eyes are big, bushy eye brows. You can also tell that in his youth, he was a very handsome man. You can almost see him strutting the hallways with a welcome back cotter afro.
At work, he is typically seen in his mechanics uniform. A blue grey, short sleeved, button up shirt with a patch with his name on it and a pocket. In that pocket are a pack or marlboro lights and a bic lighter. His shirt is tucked into navy blue dickie work pants, and held there with a black leather belt. He is always covered in grease and motor oil and smells of a mixture between car fluids and cigarette smoke. Sometimes, he will sample a swischer sweet.
Outside of work, he is often seen wearing a plaid shirt of some kind, tucked into 20 year old lees. The lees are a very classic style and flood when he sits down. They show off his black socks and black tennis shows wonderfully. Around his waist is a brown leather belt and large silver belt buckle. The belt buckle holds a scene of two crossed rifles and a confederate flag in the background. Outside of work, he smells strongly of brute colonge, cigar/cigarette smoke, and new car scent.