When I was a child, The Call of the Wild was a taxidermy museum located on the outskirts of a neighboring town. It was a big building featuring a facade designed to look like the face of a cliff. Elk, bobcat and mountain lion statues posed proudly on the edge of the roof. Inside, the owner had an impressive collection of stuffed animals, including what he said but could never prove was a Sasquatch.
I don’t remember when or why The Call of the Wild closed. For years it stood empty, its mountainous exterior a reminder of the zoological wonders the museum once housed.
When the building finally sold, its new owners decided to keep the theme and the name. So, for a while The Call of the Wild was a strip club.
When it changed hands again, the new owners rechristened it The Pony Tail. They painted the building some god-awful color and opened an adult entertainment store right next to it.
I don’t know what they were thinking. They should have kept The Call of the Wild the way it was and offered drink specials to legendary forest creatures.