On my land.
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My name is Daniel Mercer, and my family has owned 480 acres of timber and pasture in northern Alabama since 1962. My grandfather, Walter Mercer, bought it from a man named Eli Pritchard, whose people had held the land since the Depression. Back then, the place was half worn-out pasture and half pine scrub, with a creek running cold through the lower hollow and an old stone fence along the southern ridge. My grandfather saw more in it than everybody else did. He saw timber that could be managed, pasture that could be brought back, water that could sustain cattle through a dry summer, and enough space for his children and their children to know where they came from.
