A group of us went down there to hunt. Paul told me he was signing more neighbors up every day and we would have exclusive use of the camp if we brought 10 people, so we did.
Upon arrival we found 3 other groups there, found out we had to share what they said was 300 acres (I think it is half that, we farm and would have a good idea how big it was) with 15 hunters. Hunting would be further complicated buy having to be careful of the zebra that liked to bite and kick people, and the zebra lived IN camp. You had to drive aroung the elk and bufflo to get anywhere. This was a petting zoo with biters.
After finding out that we had 2 hogs each, not the 3 we were sold on. And seeing that there was no way for free ranging varmits to get in the pen (we walked the "ranch" 1 and a half times in 90min), we decided that this was bull% and left. Paul would not be there untill the next day or so to talk about it. We did see some hogs in the pen, all dead and stinking bad.
The staff at the camp was great but there was nothing about this place that should use the word hunt.
Oh ya, 2 of the dogs would bite you also, the other dogs were nice.
Thank God we found some friendly Texans and made a trip from Hell into a good time after all.
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