I had the precise location figured on May22
Boy, you really wanted to know the identity of that tree going into Google Earth surveillance mode!
Also, my hickpride is a little stung at the assertion that NJ “can outhick the hickest.” It’s hick enough, I’m sure, but though I have spent the majority of my adulthood among the Shoobies and a few Bennies, I was raised in Ridgerunner northcentral PA, where everyone else is looked down upon as a Flatlander.
Snerk. Lest you forgot, I was born and raised in what I have zero shame in calling Pennsyltucky, so I know hick when I see it.

Most people think the colorful antiquated nicknames are just fun until it hits summer and you start to see the "Shoobies Go Home!" and "Bennies Go Home!" signs going up in the yards of disgruntled Clamdiggers' houses.
With retirement has come an anadromous urge to repatriate, and I’ve been giving special consideration to Renovo PA, as my own childhood turf has become built up, by comparison.
I was just home for the funeral of a childhood friend and the urge is very strong. Thomas Wolfe was wrong!
...he and his dad hunted grouse...[ ]...The hunting was interesting,
Oh, ruffed grouse get lots of trees shot, for sure, and you and your dog if you're not careful. They're dang hard to find to begin with, dang hard to see if you find them, and they have a tendency to flush fast, turn hard, swoop right at you, turn again, climb, and be gone. State Bird, if you didn't know it.
Speaking of...
...the church below, where I tended altar until I was 16 years old, is the same denomination.
Interesting part of the country in an interesting time in our history. Small factory towns surrounded by mountains, woods, fields, and streams, where all the townies were Eastern European, and all the farm boys were Pennsylvania Dutch (German).