But alas, no woods, no shack, and "Gunny" long ago shucked this mortal coil.
The story:
There used to be a little Texas *Beer Joint* in what used to be the deep woods and is now the deep suburbs
...sadly it has gone the way of the pine tree, the wild swamp
rabbit, the roadrunner, and the scissors-tailed fly-catcher in our area.
Gunny only served beer, but you could buy a "set-up:" OJ, coke,whatever in a cup of ice...
The place was called "Gunny's Shack", named after the old retired marine who owned and ran it. On any weekend, and most evenings you could find an eclectic mixture of bikers, yuppies, and BS artists of every stripe enjoying a cold brew, and the parking lot full of bikes, pick-up trucks, Cadillacs and more. Quite the place for a rowdy evening up in the North Houston woods.
The cache is a simple camo'd "Bertie Tube." Who knows, if you come in the dead of night, you might still hear the rumble of the Harleys and the distant strains
of music from the jukebox still lingering in the night air.
Semper Fi, Gunny!