The way I hear the story told my buddies grandfather helped a war buddy build a house right after getting home from WW2, his friend appreciated the help so much that he deeded over 100 acres of wet swamp woods, and my friends grandpop returned the favour with a case of scotch.
This is a private camp, no "members", but we call it the camp, and I feel priveleged to have an open invitation and do everything that I can to help keep up the place and contibute to it.