Yesterday was the last day of rifle season in my zone here in Arkansas. But it was the last day of hunting my family’s private lot of 95 acres. 22 years ago when we bought our land we became friends with an older couple next door. They became like grandparents to my kids. They asked if we would take care of their 95 acres, keeping it bush hogged and clear of poachers. In return we had full hunting rights. My children learned to hunt here and they harvested their first whitetails. My wife became a hunter on this property. A lot of great memories have been created here. 3 years ago Jeanne died and Bill had become ill also. He died this last February and unfortunately the way he had his will written it was thrown out by Probate Court. The land was given to his biological son who lives in Thailand, who immediately put it up for sale. I could not afford 285k just to hunt so I just knew our days were numbered. That day is now here. The closing on the land is Dec 15th.
Last night as I climbed down from the stand where my children learned to hunt it hit me hard. I stood on the spot where my son killed his first deer, and cried. I’m not an emotional guy, but this is a hard change of life. I will miss this land and just hope the new owners appreciate and respect the long history of hunting this property
Last night as I climbed down from the stand where my children learned to hunt it hit me hard. I stood on the spot where my son killed his first deer, and cried. I’m not an emotional guy, but this is a hard change of life. I will miss this land and just hope the new owners appreciate and respect the long history of hunting this property