Before Tee Times: A Sedgefield Estate

Sedgefield Before the Fairway

Hunting Lodge History. Country Club Energy. Absolutely

Unsupervised Shopping Decisions.

Before Sedgefield became golf carts, manicured lawns, and people casually

saying “we’ve always been members”…

There were woods.

There were riding trails.

There were hunting weekends.

There were long dinners, polished luggage, sporting traditions, and people boarding

steamships with enough monogrammed luggage to survive at sea for six months.

And apparently…

Some of that stuff ended up HERE.

Campers, this family has ties back to the original hunting lodge roots that helped shape early Sedgefield—and this sale feels less like walking into a house and more like accidentally wandering into a very stylish Southern time capsule.

We’re talking:

🐎 Antique riding apparel

🧥 Sporting and hunting lodge era clothing

🧳 Vintage MacGregor luggage with ORIGINAL Cunard shipping tags still attached—because back then people didn’t “hop on a flight.” They DEPARTED dramatically.

⛳ Original golf-themed artwork that practically smells like old scorecards and bourbon

🖼️ Lots of original artwork throughout the house

🪑 Furniture by Huntington House alongside Eastlake, French Provincial & primitive pieces that whisper things like:

“They don’t build furniture like this anymore.”

(They don’t. Mostly because it weighs 900 pounds.)

And then the sale takes a hard left turn into:

“Oh wow… these people were FUN.”

🎱 Olhausen pool table

🚲 Trek & Gary Fisher bikes

🔊 Audio equipment by Klipsch, Bose, Fisher & more

🥏 Disc golf gear for the campers who enjoy frisbees but with commitment

🥍 Gorilla goals for soccer or lacrosse because apparently somebody in this house still had functioning knees

🌱 Riding mower attachments including utility trailer, lawn plugger & fertilizer spreader

💦 Troy-Bilt pressure washer

🔧 Honda air compressor

🏠 Housewares, entertaining pieces & random objects you suddenly cannot emotionally live without

🎄 Enough holiday décor to convince you that maybe EVERY room should have a Christmas tree

And then…

Because estate sales are magical…

There’s an antique Johnson’s First Aid Kit complete with contents, sitting there looking fully prepared to handle:

✔️ horseback mishaps

✔️ lawn dart injuries

✔️ questionable 1950s decision-making

✔️ “walk it off” parenting

This isn’t one of those sterile little sales where everything matches and smells vaguely like online shopping.

This is layered.

Collected.

Complicated.

The kind of house where every room quietly says:

“Well… THAT’S a story.”

One minute you’re admiring Cunard travel tags from another era…

Next minute you’re holding primitive furniture measurements, pricing out how to move an Olhausen pool table, and explaining to your spouse why antique riding clothes are now somehow part of your personality.

And remember:

🚨 THIS IS OUR ONLY SALE THIS WEEKEND. 🚨

No showroom.

No second location.

No backup trail.

Just Sedgefield.

Which means parking is going to be somewhere between:

“manageable”

and

“Civil War reenactment traffic.”

🚗 TRAIL CONDITIONS: READ THIS BEFORE THE NEIGHBORS WRITE US A LETTER

Campers.

We are guests in this neighborhood.

We would very much enjoy being invited back.

Please:

🏕️ Park smart

🏕️ Don’t block driveways

🏕️ Don’t create your own parking spaces

🏕️ Don’t test the patience of people named Margaret who have lived there since 1987

And let us all say it together now:

🚧 CONES MEAN NO PARKING. 🚧

Not:

❌ “temporary parking”

❌ “flashers-on parking”

❌ “I’m special parking”

❌ “but there was room…” parking

No.

Those little orange cones are not decorative.

They are trying to help us survive.

Help us leave Sedgefield with neighbors saying:

“Those Happy Camper people were delightful.”

Or at minimum:

“Well… at least they weren’t as bad as last year’s contractors.”

One trail.

One weekend.

One wildly entertaining amount of good stuff.

See y’all at the lodge, Campers. 🏕️🌲⛳🎱🧳