Unread postby Stanley » Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:19 am
Land owners can be funny people some times. I hunted a farm back in 1980 Lester and Harlem owned it. Lester was the brains and Harlem was the Brawn. They were a couple of drunks but always let me hunt as long as I didn't bother them and shut all the gates when I went through.
I was hunting in a timber finger in between 2 corn fields. Lester drives his tractor out and throws out a salt block about 40 yards from my stand trying to help me out.
I never did say anything to him but I had to never hunt that stand site again. Sometimes landowners have a different idea of what is right or wrong.
Lester and Harlem are no longer in this world. I miss the days of talking to them, milking their cows and falling off their milk stools.
You can fool some of the bucks, all of the time, and fool all of the bucks, some of the time, however you certainly can't fool all of the bucks, all of the time.