The hunting lodge is on some land currently owned by my father, William Deere. He bought the property in the mid 1980's and at the time, Faulkner's old hunting lodge was fairly easy to access. The land around it was in cultivation and you could actually drive up to the lodge in a car, if the field road leading out to it was dry. My first visit to the old structure was in the late 1980's and the building, to the best of my memory, was nearly intact at the time.

At present, the surrounding acreage is in a federal wetlands timber program and the land is slowly returning to a more natural state.

The hunting lodge itself appears to be slowly sinking into the mud beneath it. At our recent visit, it was nearly surrounded by standing water. The lodge, as you can see in the photographs, is nearly covered with kudzu vines, honeysuckle vines, and briars. The only way to reach the building at present is by ATV or on foot. It's roughly one half mile from the lodge to the nearest road as the crow flies... (lazily pushing it's black wings against the sun driven dust rising from the stooped and sweaty figures mingled in here and there amongst the heated rows of cotton------"Faulkner I ain't...but I can try cain't I?")