More than a century ago, my great great grandfather, Senator James K. Jones of Arkansas, bought a large ranch for hunting quail smack dab in the heart of Texas.
Jones was one of the best connected lawyers in the nation, having served two terms in the U.S. House of Reprsentatives, three terms in the U.S. Senate, and twice headed the Democratic National Committee. The Senator knew how to select prime hunting land. He and his son brokered deals in the oil patch to the north of Deerpark on the Texas/Oklahoma border.
The 1,374-acre ranch has been in our family since the Senator bought it, but now we must pass this century-old, private hunting preserve to others. $1.5 million buys your own private hunting ground.
This is a once-in-a-century opportunity to own a historic, unspoiled, early twentieth century hunting ranch.
More than a thousand acres are home to white tail deer, rio grande turkeys, feral hogs, dove, quail and many predatory animals. However, the Bob white quail has had a very hard time over the past few years.
California Creek, which divides the property north and south, and is home to catfish, carp, and gar.
An additional 320 acres are planted in wheat.
You can almost imagine the Senator marching proudly over his hunting lands, a handmade Lefever 12-gauge double-barrel shotgun in one hand and a Havana cigar in the other. He had every right to strut. The Senator’s life is glorified in a 1913 biography, James K. Jones, the Plumed Knight of Arkansas. They don’t make them like they used to — and they don’t write like they used to either.
In the galaxy of the great in Arkansas, no man in public life, past or present, bears a prouder title to an untarnished character and stainless private life.
It is a great deal in this age of commercialism and greed, to say of a man simply that he possesses the negative characteristics of honesty and truthfulness. ai t is far more to say of him that he is positively righteous.
James K. Jones was a not simply a good man, one in whom we see not the slightest mean trait — I do not mean this that he was without fault — but he was aggressive in his goodness. He was a friend to his friends and a friend to his enemies, in the truest sense of that word friend.
March 2013 visit
I visited Deerpark for the first time last week. I drove from Austin to Abilene. John Ekdahl, our agent, lives a couple of miles away. We spent hours roaming the land. I spotted a couple of deer, a jack rabbit, and a large turtle.
When you find a pristine thousand acres hunting spot like this for $1.5 million, you know there’s catch. Here it’s drought. The land is parched. The locals have sold their cattle. The only reason I saw deer is that California Creek supports game. The Creek looks healthy but it is flowing a couple of feet below normal. The wheat looks like stubble.
You can hunt here but it’s not going to look like a sportsman’s paradise until this region gets some good rains. Some of my impressions:
JONES, James Kimbrough, a Representative and a Senator from Arkansas; born in Marshall County, Miss., September 29, 1839; moved with his father to Dallas County, Ark., in 1848; pursued classical studies under a private tutor; served in the Confederate Army during the Civil War; returned to his plantation in Arkansas; studied law; admitted to the bar in 1874 and commenced practice in Washington, Hempstead County, Ark.; member, State senate 1873-1879, and served as president of that body 1877-1879; chairman of the Democratic National Committee in 1896 and 1900; elected as a Democrat to the Forty-seventh and Forty-eighth Congresses (March 4, 1881-March 3, 1885); had been reelected to the Forty-ninth Congress but tendered his resignation February 19, 1885, having been elected Senator; elected as a Democrat to the United States Senate in 1885; reelected in 1891 and 1897 and served from March 4, 1885, to March 3, 1903; unsuccessful candidate for reelection; Democratic caucus chairman 1899-1903; chairman, Committee on Indian Affairs (Fifty-third Congress), Committee on Corporations Organized in the District of Columbia (Fifty-fourth and Fifty-fifth Congresses), Committee on Private Land Claims (Fifty-fifth Congress); resumed the practice of law in Washington, D.C., and died there June 1, 1908; interment in Rock Creek Cemetery.
Please tell your well-off deer hunting pals about this.
No one in our generation hunt white-tail deer.
I don’t have experience selling my Civil War era ancestor’s land but my understanding is that this is a good deal.
If you have questions about Deerpark, please get in touch.
Jay Cross 1.510.528.3105