Just north of the quiet town of Murray, Iowa, sits 76.42 acres of pure Midwestern promise. This isn’t just ground. It’s a place where fog hangs low over dawn-lit food plots, and the thunder of a distant turkey gobble cuts through the morning silence. A place where Whitetail deer slip like shadows along the timber, and the meandering curve of Squaw Creek provides a lifeline through native prairie and gently rolling hills.