When I was a kid the only way to get permission to hunt on private land was to work for it. The general charge was one days labor about 10 or 11 hours, sunup ‘til supper, would entitle you to one deer or bear if you could shoot straight.
If you worked hard then you’d be invited to work again the following year. I helped sink many fence posts to earn my deer.
Some guys would rather hunt government land. I figured if I could drive a pickup truck right to the animal, load it and haul it back to the barn, skin it, quarter it and get it put up in the cooler, all by 9 or 10 AM, I was ahead of the game.
I believe it!
We are blessed to have about 200 acres locally to hunt deer and small game, plus another 100 or so ‘Up North.’ Nearly everyone in our family has a farm; working or hobby. We’re just a bunch of Country Bumpkins...and we like it that way! :)
Our farm is great in the fall; we have a lake across the road and our place is in the flight path that the Canada Geese take each day between the lake and the pond. Some days it seems that you can swat them from the sky with a broom, but I’m pretty sure that’s illegal, LOL!
Canada Goose cull so far is at six since the season opened last weekend. Already had one crock pot full of my famous ‘Goose-n-Gravy’ and yet another large trash bag filled with down that will go to good use in pillows and comforters.
Life Is Good. :)