Norty wrote on May 14, 2012: What ever happened to the old home stead ranch in Coasegold. I can still remember the two OWL's sitting above the fire place. Their eyes always looking at you no matter where you were in the room. Would really like to check out what it looks like today.

Norty Taylor wrote on May 14, 2012: Tom Jones was very instrimental in having the stream of Beasore planted with trout for many years, as well as having Beavers re-introduced to Beasore meadows before they were killed off by potures a few years later. Tom did this with-out any contracts with the Dept. Of Fish and Game and was done with a hand-shake. The way things were done back then!!!!!

Norty Taylor wrote on May 14, 2012: Here I am again. Kind of got cut off on my last responce pretaining to Beasore. Would really like to contact DE DE, Carl or Gail. Much of what I have read is not as I remember it, or maybe sinility has taken over. I'm hoping to hear from the Sterles, Kellers, Blacks , Pistoresis and anyone else from the same area. Chuck, where are you. Hope to hear from the above soon. NORTY

Norty Taylor wrote on May 14, 2012: I have read and re-read all of the pre-historical facts about Beasore Meadows which have been presented. Some are correct as others are way off base. I was raised in Beasore Meadows from the time I was about 4 years old until my early teens.

Rob Hall wrote on May 07, 2012: I visited there in July of 2009. Met an older man, I believe it was Johnny Jones, who told me all about the different jobs he's had over the years. Turns out, he was involved in planting trout in some of the upper reaches of the San Joaquin River drainage in the fifties and sixties. I've been fishing those areas since the 1970s. It was a genuine honor to talk with the guy. The other people at the store were very nice..and the pie alone was worth the drive.

Jim Del Bono wrote on September 15, 2011: My grandparents Alfred and Dina Pistoresi would spend two weeks every year at Beasore. I’m not sure when they first started going, but I would guess around 1950. I first went in 1955 and I remember Tom Jones and Hilda. I also remember their son Johnny who ran a pack station out of there. One of my favorite memories was the campfire every night in front of the store. There were chairs and cut down tree stumps in a circle in front of the old store and people would sit around the fire and visit. My mother would play the accordion. My grandfather and I caught many trout from the creek. There is a big rock down by the creek and we all carved our names in it. It’s been 40 years since I have been there, but someday I will return.

Karen Jones wrote on August 12, 2011: Ah Jones Store, what a memory. My parents owned Buchenau’s Cabin from 1964 until the late 1970s. A trip to Jones Store was a three mile walk and we went every few days. There was a stable in the front and we got to ride the horses all the time. Hilda ran the store at the time and was such a great person. The hamburgers and coca-cola were the best. My brother Steve Smith, who lives in Colorado now, met me in Bass Lake in June this year. We hadn’t been there in 30 years, since my parents sold the cabin and 40 acres around it. It was a treat. The snow was still on the road. We had to walk the last two miles to the cabin. The store was not open yet, but we walked around and told stories and shared our memories. I had forgotten how beautiful it was. We both feel very lucky to have spent our summers up there during our teenage and young adult years. Made us feel young again. Thanks for the memories.

Joe Deford wrote on December 20, 2010: Our family has been going to Beasore since 1932. The routine was to head up when the snow melted and stay until it fell again. In the early days, it was tent camping. A tent for cooking, a tent for sleeping. The fishing was great in those days with limits of 25 fish possible on any given outing. A bear came into camp once in awhile. The Black’s continue the family tradition dating back to Tom Jones, then Hilda Jones. Hilda was an angel on earth. She and my aunt Maybelle were lifelong friends. Maybelle would spend her summers in the mountains and was at home there. She could catch a trout anywhere she went. I was lucky enough to tag along with her during my youth. She knew where to get the bait. She knew where the fish were. The dinners she prepared are still etched into my memory as if just yesterday. What I would give for another weekend with auntie at Beasore. It is a place I have to go each summer, if only for a day. Have a cheeseburger and a root beer. To smell the trees and see the sights that bring back all the good memories and thoughts of the people that made those memories so special.

Donny Schmidt wrote on October 07, 2010: +1 on the food! Their burgers and pies are incredible! The place is like a time capsule.

Lee Block wrote on July 12, 2010: I was on a dual sport motorcycle ride on Saturday, July 10th and stopped at Jones Store. The gravity fed gas pump is classic Americana as is the store itself. The best thing is the food! Chicken sandwich was the best I’ve ever had! View from the outside patio looking over the meadow is priceless. Jones Store is a must see if your in the area.

Harold Eigenman wrote on June 13, 2010: My wife and I bought a lot from Hilda Jones in 1963. She was a wonderful lady to chat with when we visited the store. Her hamburgers were really special! I still ride my trials bike in the hills and the "Store" is a must stop for a refreshing drink and some great conversation. We miss Hilda very much!

Carolyn Weisman wrote on April 22, 2010: Jone's Store is a welcome stop on the circular road trip into the mountains. For those of us with a cabin nearby it's a nice break from 'camp cooking'. The food is good and the atmosphere is friendly.