Have you ever spent a lazy summer morning at the banks of the Guadalupe River the very moment the sun peeps over the horizon ushering in a blissful new day? Where herin peer from behind the huge trunks of ages old Cypress trees that line the banks? Where wild turkey strut, stomping out their courtship dance in colorful feathered regalia? Where the distinct sound of a fly fishing cast zings in the distance? Where a lone kayaker navigates the fork in the river? Life's short. Do it! Good land 400' rvr frntge.