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[/url]Any of you guys remember the good ol' days? I used to fill my head with stories from Ruark about hunting with the "Old Man" and dream about times like these: http://www.realtree.com/hunting/arti...-hunter-s-club I guess as much as anything, I also miss the ability to hunt vast expanses of ground on a handshake. When I was a boy, I could go out my back door, and had well over 10,000 acres of uninterrupted access. Now, you'd need a dozen leases, and a notebook full of written permission slips. Those days spent at a half jog trying to keep up with my dad and Doc Phillips in the fields were what really sparked my interest in hunting. Sad to think that it's a kind of hunt that my son will likely never get to experience. Those of you that are private land owners, how would you handle a couple of guys knocking on the door asking to shoot quail? I've got two pretty well established coveys on my farm, and I just flat-out refuse to shoot them for some reason. I guess in the back of my head, I'm trying to save them for my boy.

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