Rogwar, that sounds like a hunter's paradise. And not a bad deal either far as money goes. If I lived near there, I would be interested for sure. Especially since I didn't get to go deer hunting last year...first year I've missed in 15 years.
It was a cool April morning in 1998. I'd never gone turkey hunting before. My friend would go after turkeys, and he wanted me to hunt feral hogs with my deer rifle. We pretty much knew where they (hogs) would show up, and I was carefull not to shoot in my friend's direction where he was hunting turkeys. The terrain was suited for this strategy, and we knew where each other would be. I was so tired from the previous night's jubilation, I was even thinking about returning to camp to get some more sleep, since I wasn't turkey hunting anyway.
Fortunately, soon as we separated at a fork in the road, he must have spooked a large hog toward my direction, because the hog came out on the road in front of me about 50 yards away, and I shot it with my .270 soon as it walked into the road. We were about ten minutes into the hunt, and I heard a twig on the ground snap. I was ready. I brought the hog back to camp, cleaned it, put the meat in the ice chests, and went back to bed to get some much needed sleep.
The location was about 100 miles north of Mobile near a beautiful river swamp. If there ever was a hunter's paradise, it was there. There were pine trees which must have been 300 years old (about 4 ft. diameter.) This was old growth forest probably going back to colonial times.
It's all gone now. The clearcutters came in and cut all the trees down. They re-planted with something called Cherry Oaks. Haven't been back to see it, so I don't know how it looks. Am kinda glad I haven't been back to see the clear cut devastation. One of my hunting buddies told me it looked like someone had dropped an atomic bomb there.
Good luck Rogwar. Don't mind me fellas...I'm just a bit drunk, and Rog's post made me remember better days. Shoot one of them hawgs for me mate.
Les
