On Dad's recent bulldozing extravaganza, he cut a new road along the edge of the bluff so that he and Guy Dale could hunt squirrels without having to strain themselves. He came upon this magnificent white oak tree that has survived here for a couple hundred years. He cleared out around it and hopes to plant a food plot there so he can deer hunt and suirrel hunt here too. Paul and I managed to get our picture taken in front of the giant while checking out the road. I think a big buck may be lurking near here so I better be ready to get a stand situated nearby.