Love to hear about these old places. I'm sure most of us have encountered old homesteads as we were hunting along. I always have to stop, even if I've been there many times before. I like to picture what the structures may have looked like. I wonder what crops kept the occupants alive. Think about the worry on their minds as winter approached wondering if there would be enough food or wood to cook and keep warm. Think about a child that took ill and the parents wondering if they would survive the night and who was going to ride into the nearest town to try and summon the doctor if there even was one. And then, for whatever reason the homestead melts into the ground. Sometimes These places speak to you. One of the hundreds of reasons I like to hunt.
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