The Place
A house in the timber, and a barn above the field.
Two buildings, ten minutes apart, doing entirely different jobs.
Plan a visitThe Lodge
Stone, oak, and a fire going.
Beamed great room with a stacked-stone fireplace, a kitchen with a twelve-foot island, a billiards room glazed on three sides, and a small bar under an antler chandelier.
Three bedrooms, three baths, a deck out over the slope and a fire pit down in the trees. Guests stay by arrangement — ask when you book.
Outside
Under hardwood canopy, down a gravel drive.
Most people do not know it is here until they see it.
The Pavilion
Where the shooting day actually happens.
Black board-and-batten above the clays field, wrapped in a deep covered porch with a full outdoor kitchen and long tables.
Come See It
Book a day on the ridge.
Two to four hunters, one party at a time, October through March.
Floyd Springs Road
The pavilion, and everything within forty steps of it.
The clays field, the kitchen, the fire and the trucks are all in sight of one another.
Getting hereThe Pavilion
Where the day starts and where it finishes.
Coffee before daylight, the safety talk on the porch, and at the end of it boots off and birds in the cooler.
A full outdoor kitchen, long tables, rocking chairs and string lights, open to the field. Out back a fire pit ringed with Adirondack chairs.
The Ground
Ridges, draws, pine edges and broomsedge.
This is not the flat longleaf country of South Georgia. The land folds, and every transition is an edge that holds birds.
And the Lodge
A house most people do not know is here.
A few minutes from the field, down a gravel drive and under hardwood canopy, there is a stone-and-timber lodge with three bedrooms and three baths.
Guests stay by arrangement — ask when you book.
The Lodge design in the menu above shows the whole of it, inside and out.
Come See It
Book a day on the ridge.
Two to four hunters, one party at a time, October through March.
From Two Hundred Feet
The hardest thing to photograph is how the ground lies.
So here it is from above — the field, the stations, and how far the ridge line runs behind it all.
Plan a visitThe Flyover
A minute over the place.
Sixty seconds, no soundtrack, shot on a clear October morning. Nothing downloads until you press play.
Drone flyover · October 2024 · no audio
On the Ground
What all that resolves into.
The pavilion above the clays field, the lodge back in the timber, and the lake past the pines.
Getting Here
Twenty minutes north of Rome.
An hour from Chattanooga, about ninety minutes from Atlanta. Nearly every other quail plantation in Georgia is four hours south of here.
You will know you have arrived at the stone columns and the iron sign. Turn in there.
Come See It
Book a day on the ridge.
Two to four hunters, one party at a time, October through March.
The Quiet Side
Past the pines, there is water.
It has nothing to do with the shooting. It is the reason more than one group has stayed an extra hour.
Plan a visitThe Lake
Open water, a dock, and a stand at the far end.
Pine on every bank, and on a calm morning the whole treeline lying upside down on the surface.
Somewhere to walk to when you have eaten too much lunch.
The Way In
Twenty minutes north of Rome.
Stone columns and an iron sign on Floyd Springs Road, then a gravel drive through hardwoods that turn in November.
And the Rest of It
The lodge, the pavilion, the birds.
A stone-and-timber lodge back under the canopy, a black barn above the clays field, and a barn full of quail behind the pines.
Come See It
Book a day on the ridge.
Two to four hunters, one party at a time, October through March.
