That elusive private property.
Yeah, yeah, I have a piece I can hunt on in Green Co. but sometimes, I just wanna roll outta bed, grab my lunch and get down the road a piece and not be in the car for 45 min to an hour.
I think I may try something new this year that never occured to me. It seems as though I find all the perverts who own the land I find intrest to hunt.
A week before I go out to ask I'm going to stop showering, brushing my hair and my teeth. I'm going to root through my dirty clothes hamper for the nastiest smelling gym clothes I have and wear them. When I arrive on the door step of said owner, I'm going to greet him with the loudest fart I can muster and then grab my crotch and start scratching like a dog with fleas all while I ask him if I can hunt his land.
Mister, I promise to take care of it. Not litter. I'll pick up my empty shells when I'm done. I'll even sign a release so if I trip and fall it's on me.
My point of this is simple and it keeps biting me hard when I see something I want and ask for permission and I'm subjected to how some guy wants to do eh hummm *insert the most vile and discusting things here* and maybe we can work something out so you *I* can hunt.
NO THANK YOU! I have walked away from property more times than I wish to count because of this. I am just tired of it and this year, it will probably be the same ole horse pucky. I might as well as be happy with what I have.
I just wanted to vent. It just irks me up one way and down another. Besides, I couldn't go a week without bathing, brushing my hair or teeth. Although it may work in this case.