Zedicus,
There has to be some sanity left, we even found some.
This last month, Thanksgiving day, my dad, my brother, my nephew and I all went out early AM to see if we could find a rooster or two. We were hunting the edge of the Deer Flats NWR. One side of the road has the federal land with the lake, the other side is all populated with these 5-10 acre ranchettes.
Well, we run some birds over the road and they land in this guys field, we are talking like 6 nice roosters and a few hens, SWEET!
We head up to the house, they guy is a hard working jo, per the sign on his truck he is a dry waller. We knock on his door, kinda obvious what we want, we are in hunter orange and packing shotguns
Well, we ask, he says, well, help me round up my horses real quick and the field is yours. Kinda of surprising considering we were expecting to get run off. Well, we get the horses in the corral (he just whistled and the came running
) And he told us "good luck" Well, we get a couple of shots off but most of the birds hop the fence into his neighbors land.
We go up to this guys house in the same fashion, we make it about half way up the drive and this guy come out and yells "GET THE F OF MY LAND OR I AM GOING TO CALL THE COPS"
OK, we turn and leave.
My 11 year old nephew is flabergasted, you can tell he wants to say somthing but can't think of the right thing to say. My dad tells him that some people don't like hunters or hunting nor do they like strangers. My brother pipes in, some of them are just A-holes.
My nephew just said, well, if I owned this land I would let people hunt it as long as they were safe.
So, ya, we still have the good ones here, too bad some are so uppidy that they can't enjoy the western life.