"Classic Southern Wing
Shooting at its Best"
The George Hi Plantation is a lingering
memory of the Old South.
The plantation main house has been
occupied since 1855. It has a rich country sitting parlor, a game room, a
dining room, all attended by a fabulous Carolina chef and household staff.
There are six double bedrooms. The entire house has just completed a
Out in back, the horse stables and
rings are home to fox hunting horses, saddle horses, and even a
Tennessee Walker trained to allow gunning from the saddle. Right next door are
pre-war corn cribs and pens, probably built before 1855.
As a panorama behind these buildings, sits
a private lake filled with mallard ducks and small mouth bass. Three floating
duck blinds dot the water's surface and a small pier juts out, to serve the
john boat that ferries hunters to the floating blinds. Just as light breaks
through the Loblolly pines, the mallards swoop in, clucking and quacking.
After a hearty breakfast of country ham,
biscuits and eggs and grits, you're ready to experience quail hunting the way it was when the South was young.
Your shotgun chambered and ready, you and your
hunting partner start out across the terrain -- some open fields, some wooded
-- the dogs zig-zagging about, their warm breath turning to steam in the crisp
air. Flashes of brown and white through the tan and brown brush.
Suddenly, one dog freezes on point and the
second lines up in back of the first. The guns move up alongside. In the flash
of an eye, the quail have taken wing and are off and dodging. The thick, sharp
report of the shotgun overrides the rapid wingbeats. And then it is silent
again. The dogs are returning with the game. Time to go to the next site.
Lunchtime can bring a return to the main
house or a picnic lunch can be brought to the field. Then it's time to hunt
again. At sunset, sitting on the porch that's been there for almost one
hundred and fifty years, you look out across the fields. Fox squirrels, black
and huge and very rare, scamper across an open patch on their way home. A fox
skitters at the field's edge. Overhead, a predator bird, its wings
wide-spread, circles and looks for dinner.
Inside, your dinner is in the oven and a
roaring fire crackles in each of the three fireplaces. Tomorrow is another
day. These are the moments of memories...the memories of a lifetime.
There are many hunting businesses that are
bigger. All of them trying to recreate exactly this experience.
But hunting at the George Hi Plantation is the
original. These are the final, lingering memories of the Old South. And
they're yours forever.