I live in northern New England because this is my perfect habitat.
First of all, it is the only type of physical environment I am capable of surviving in; it is cold for most of the year, and very dim due to forest cover. These are important to me because I have severe reverse seasonal depressive disorder (summer onset, supposedly very rare), agoraphobia, and am allergic to the sun.
Second, it is very sparsely populated. I hate crowds, and I ESPECIALLY hate cities. The greatest scene in film history was from the beginning of the recent "I am Legend", where there is presented a panoramic view of a future New York City, long devoid of human life, crumbling, and slowly being reclaimed by nature. If I cannot fill my enormous daily quota of silence and solitude in natural surroundings, I can literally have (and have had) psychotic episodes.
Third, the rugged, mountainous, densely forested terrain is the prefect place to employ my preferred close-range hunting style. I have ZERO tolerance for boredom, so I cannot sit and wait for game to walk in front of me, as many hunters today do. I would likely die of blood loss from nail biting if I did. I have to practice stalking and concealment, and the cover given to me by the forest is key to my success, as it is for other creature of a similar persuasion.
Also, the poor visibility here (on this whole side of the continent, actually), precludes the possibility of seeing any sort of game beyond 80 yards or so, meaning that I can use shotguns, handguns, and pistol-caliber carbines for ALL of my needs if I so choose (and I do), and enjoy their unique advantages. I take a kind of idiosyncratic pride in the fact that I couldn't care less about the entire genre of post WWI bottle-necked rifle cartridges that dominate the hunting and shooting world today.
Oh yeah, NH, VT, and ME also happen to be some of the gun-friendliest states in the country. It's true, and makes this post somewhat relevant to this site.