In a country town almost always on a crossroad in the main street you will find one of those watering holes. That if walls could talk, tall tales would be told. The ‘Vic’ hotel started out as single story, shingled building that people use to ride their horses to. It was said some rode their horses in and lassoed themselves a drink. In the 1956 flood a gentleman took his boat into the bar. Well I guess he couldn’t miss happy hour!
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