Deep Wood Lodge
Cains River,
New Brunswick, Canada.
Deep Wood Lodge
Cains River,
New Brunswick, Canada.
Cains River,
New Brunswick, Canada.
Cains River,
New Brunswick, Canada.
For the first time in 30 Years, we are making Deep Wood Lodge available to the public on a limited basis for the 2025-2026 season.
Deep Wood is available for up to 10 guests at a price of $10,000 for a week, from one Saturday to the next subject to availability.
Jack Pittard
404-840-6945
P.O. Box 21888
Lexington, Kentucky 40522
Subject: Deep Wood Lodge
Gentlemen and Ladies,
Deep Wood Lodge is a unique, classic Atlantic Salmon, Ruffed Grouse, and Woodcock property of immeasurable beauty and charm. It was conceived a little more than 100 years ago and constructed 80 feet above a big bend in the Cains River a few miles outside Doaktown in New Brunswick, Canada. You can Salmon fish down in front of the porch as Ted Williams and others have done in the past. And bird hunt in multiple nearby coverts. The Lodge has changed ownership only a few times in all those years. My friends and I from down south have been very fortunate to have been the keepers of the lodge for more than 25 years. The joy and pleasure we have experienced there during those years is impossible to describe.
For the first time in 30 years we are making Deep Wood Lodge available to the pubic on a limited basis for the 2025-2026 season at a price of $10,000 for a 1 week's stay, from a Saturday to the next Saturday, for up to 10 guests. If you would like more information, please call me directly at (404) 840-6945 and I'd be happy to share the details with you!
Sincerely,
Jack
Deep Wood Lodge
High above the Cains…the lodge is always waiting
For those whose fortune leads them there…
To see the river’s beauty and the woods so fresh and fair
To see the salmon jumping and the eagle in the air
To find the warmth of friendship in a place that’s truly rare.
Pancakes on the griddle, bacon on the side
Dogs everywhere- without a care, eyes all open wide
Cause boot and shell and mood and smell
They know have never lied, and…
“To the firs” they say, for grouse today, for we know that’s where they’ll hide.
So…to the Bettsburg Road and Chipman, and the woods we’ve walked before
Where Clark and Abbie, Tom and Ralph, then with us always tore
Through Popple and Birch, as they did search, on red-yellow leaves of yore
I saw them then, I see them now, in my mind forevermore
Circling, scenting, finding, holding…now their offspring have that chore.
Then woodcock in the alders, and Brittanies on the run
Collar bells all a jangling, the dogs are having fun
The sherry smell of leaves, the old familiar gun
The point, the flush, the shot, the drop…
Thanks Lord for all we’ve done.
As the evening chill and the evening still begin to settle in
The singing grounds impart new sounds as we turn for the lodge again
For porch and chair and smoke filled air, and a scotch (it is no sin)
For quiet thought or stories sought of birds and dogs and men.
Dinner on the big stove… then the fire ablaze with a roar
George on the box, our feet are up, and the dogs are on the floor
There is no time that’s more sublime, and this is why we’ve swore
Whatever the test, we know we’re blessed, so we’re going to come here more.
High above the Cains… the lodge is always waiting
For those who must come by
To see the river’s beauty, and the blueness of the sky
To see the salmon jumping, and the eagle flying high
To feel the warmth of friendship- like a sleeping lover’s sigh.
Our poet laureate of Deep Wood
This poem was included in the summer addition of the 2016 Ruffed Grouse Society magazine.
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