Dawn is breaking as the canoe-topped sedan and trailer loaded with decoys chugs up to Leslie’s Blacksmith Shop and Sports Store. Earlier arrivals, a friendly combination of farmers in their bib overalls and town folk in fancier outfits, are already warming up around the glowing forge. Terry Redlin fondly remembers scenes such as this from his boyhood. Leslie was a local entrepreneur who expanded his farm into a blacksmith service, then to a café wrap-around on his barn, and finally to cabins along the stream for overnight guests. Terry especially recalls the clank of the hammer and pungent aroma of hot metal.