Hunts Place aka Mr Hunts Estate

Ranger Bill, Warrior of the Woodland, struggling against extreme odds, travelling dangerous trails, showing rare courage in the face of disaster. In the air, on horseback, or in a screaming squad car, Ranger Bill, his mind alert, a ready smile, unswerving, loyal to his mission. And all this in exchange for the satisfaction

and pride of a job well done. Come in Bill, shut the door behind you. Thank you Mr. Hunt. Have an uncomfortable feeling that I know what you want. You probably do. Well, if it's what I think it is, the answer has moved off a no.

We're still interested in the use of your estate for a camp area Mr. Hunt. But I have a kind of compromise to present to you. I'm not interested. But you will listen, won't you? Sure.

I've got all kinds of time. I listened to anything, but the answer will still be no when you're all finished. Good. I mean, but you will at least listen. I knew what you meant. Now here's the idea.

Your main objection to turning over your estate for a camp is that you don't want to be bothered by the fellas running all over the place, isn't that it? Well, that's one of the reasons, yes.

Well, we've been talking this over and I've decided that we wouldn't even need to use your entire estate, just the corner of it that's wooded. All we want to use it for is short overnight camping and basic camp instructions before we take some of the younger fellows up to our larger camp.

Just one corner of my estate term. That's right. As a matter of fact, I'm sure you don't spend any time in your woods. Mr. Hunt and the fellows could put it to good use. They never show up near your home here.