My dad's farm is that way to me. I've got a memory for every square inch of that place. When I'm on that piece of land I feel more relaxed than anywhere else in this world. The place used to be full of mystery and excitement. Though that has faded with age I still feel close to the ole "home place".

As to hunting ground we always had "deer camp" on a friends farm. Every year was great. I know exactly what you're talking about when you talk about going back each year and feeling like its something special. Thats theway it was at "deer camp". The place was sold a few years back and when I pass it I still feel like the new owners are tresspassing. They even clear cut the timber off "my" crossing. They might be nice people but I've not forgiven them for that.