Yet another of my favorite hunting areas is no longer available. The old timer/farmer/hunter who owned it for the past 60 years passed away recently and his heirs discovered they were sitting on a fortune in land value, and decided to sell off for development.
I can't believe how deeply this effects me...this beautiful area is no longer available to roam, much less hunt. I'll miss the rock where I'd eat lunch, the ridge where my son saw his first deer, the trails that I found so comforting and peaceful. I remember, almost word for word, conversations from years ago, held at different spots in this area. I'd stand in these spots and relive these moments. I guess this is what it means to be attached to the land.
Anybody else have these thoughts or feelings when faced with "Posted" signs?
I can't believe how deeply this effects me...this beautiful area is no longer available to roam, much less hunt. I'll miss the rock where I'd eat lunch, the ridge where my son saw his first deer, the trails that I found so comforting and peaceful. I remember, almost word for word, conversations from years ago, held at different spots in this area. I'd stand in these spots and relive these moments. I guess this is what it means to be attached to the land.
Anybody else have these thoughts or feelings when faced with "Posted" signs?