Horse pasture for the beasts to graze and shit upon.
We have agreements with landowners whose property joins ours (and others whose land abuts theirs) so that we can hike and horseback ride for a long way through Penn’s Woods.
Working cattle ranch. Oil & gas leases.
Numerous cliff petroglyphs and sand blows for finding arrowheads.
Lots of wild game coming through that we can either watch or, if desired, hunt. Mule deer, Whitetail, Pronghorn, elk, bear, bobcat, mountain lion, coyote, quail, dove, duck and geese. Lots of fish in two rivers, including Arkansas R.
B-52 crash site.
Permanent 600 yard gun range. Can set up temp ranges anywhere along shale hills.
A bunch of old, crumbling stone homesteads to explore.
Future cabin site.
Ride horses, 4 wheelers, just a great place to get away, f.o. in general.
Haven’t you heard?
[QUOTE=Scarlett O’Hara’s Daddy]
Why, land is the only thing in the world worth workin’ for, worth fightin’ for, worth dyin’ for, because it’s the only thing that lasts.
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Not to mention
[QUOTE=Mark Twain]
Buy land. They ain’t making any more of the stuff.
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And
[QUOTE=Will Rogers]
You can’t lose. Everybody buys to sell and nobody buys to keep. What’s worrying me is who is going to be the last owner.
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As someone who is thankful not to own much land…what is the big deal about neighbors? Why such a strong desire not to have them?
Naked hot-tubbing.
Because people are annoying. I know I am.
I’ve noticed that the people anxious to remove themselves from the proximity of others are usually doing their neighbors a favor as well.
We live on 15 acres in a rural area of Ohio. And our land has a lot of trees and vegetation.
I love going outside and not seeing any neighbors. We’ve lived here for 16 years, and I never tire of it.
I guess I like my privacy.
Very jealous lieu. Our 2 acres shares a property line with the White River National Forest.
Not really sure. But I do enjoy sitting on the deck and playing my banjo knowing I’m only annoying the dogs. While I look at 14000 foot peaks at the other side of the valley.
Make no mistake, we do help each other up here. We are on the third set of neighbors in 24 years. They are a 1/4 mile away. They seem nice, the one time I met them.
Moose are back again in the yard, quietly chomping on the willows and grass. I’ll take that over a noisy party next door any time.
Except around some active volcanoes. 
I like having some off there somewhere because no matter what I know I can raise enough food to slow starvation if worse ever came to worse. In the Old Country we were tied to the land but not always able to own it; to have possession still counts even for us second generation folks.
Besides, if the folks from NYC and Jersey keep encroaching on our mountains, some day after I’m dead that 400some acres could be worth a mint!
its basically the same appeal as owning a house “its mine … I can almost do anything I want to it " no one can kick me out” and such but a little more extreme
It’s not the neighbors – it’s their FUCKING DOGS!
But like you, I don’t want to own a big hunk of land. A lot of the neighbor haters posting here seem to live on their big hunks of land, but the OP asked why people want to own land and not do anything with it, which I assumed meant not even live on it. Satisfies a deep-seated need of some kind, I guess. Me, I like having access to people and culture. I have the best of both worlds, though. I live on the edge of town in a free-scaped neighborhood of woods and wild life. I am seldom aware of my neighbors except for their stupid fucking barking dogs, or mobile shit dispensers, as I call them.
Also, private nudist resort.
QtM, owner of 60 acres of rural, forested land.
I have 80 acres of high desert in Apache county, Arizona, around 15 miles from the New Mexico border. When I bought it, I had grandiose plans to build a strawbale house on it, for use as a ski cabin (Sunrise resort is around 40 miles away), and as a mid-way point to Santa Fe.
Alas, none of that ever materialized, and I haven’t even visited it in a decade. I keep paying the taxes and HOA fees (they blade the dirt roads), but I really should sell it.
Sure I will…
It’s probably nice to have something you can tell people to get off of.
Given that the world’s population is steadily increasing, land is something that will likely grow in value. The same can’t be said for many other assets.
My parents owned a house with a 100 acre farm, which I grew up on. I used to think I didn’t want to own any land myself but I’ve changed my mind in recent years. Although, I still don’t want 100 acres, just enough room to plant a large garden. I think I’d be fine with an acre or two.
I love our neighbors. They are a retired couple who tend a half acre garden and share their harvest. We give them surplus eggs. We are always there for each other in times of need.
But it’s nice they aren’t too close. I can let our dogs out to run around without considering wether they’ll bother the neighbors. I can run power tools any time of the day or night if that’s what I want to do. I can crank music to eleven. We can lay a blanket in the yard on a summer night and watch the meteor shower in the buff.
Farm ground. Cash rent.
You clearly haven’t seen the Ronco Port-A-Lawn, suitable for dog owners in the city and old farts who aren’t always home.