Great job!
My public/private battles... When my buddy and I turned 16 we walked into the County Recorders Office and asked them to retrieve all the big maps from their safe (this was pre-Internet) and studied them looking for public land to hunt pheasants. We found a piece of Utah Power & Light land that was being posted and used by the adjacent hunting club. It was next to where we hunted ducks so we were familiar with the area.
Opening morning, before legal shooting started at 8am, we were sitting on the side of the road with my buddy's dogs when the landowner raced over to tell us we couldn't hunt there. He threatened to call the sheriff and we agreed and told him we'd wait there.
He started dancing like a cat on a hot tin roof. The greedy little punks that we were.... we didn't turn him in, but we hunted the area (and his pheasants) until my buddy went away to college.

We basically got free 'private' property and endless pheasants for years. I still laugh at that guy thinking back on how a couple of punk kids pulled that off.
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Years later, in the time of GPS chips, my brother and I were archery hunting BLM land in Unit 55 in Idaho. Walking a fence toward where we wanted to hunt, two guys in a truck raced across the private land and threatened to have us arrested. I showed him that I had a GPS and promised to stay on public land. He got so heated that I thought it might come to blows. I actually had my hand on my sidearm under my jacket. He finally told me to FO and said, "I know where you parked your truck," before speeding off across the field.
There was no way I could enjoy my hunt worrying about my truck so we ran back as fast as we could. Every time I drive past that guys house I want to knock on the door and beat the tar out of him. I've never hunted there again, it totally ruined it for me.
I guess was a bigger bad@ss in my youth
