My neighbor has a big ol yaller Lab. I got small acreage here at the house but I got greenfield, stand, feeder, camera and try to keep a few deer around. Hunt em a little. Enjoy getting pictures of them. This damn yaller Lab runs all over my place. Chits under my stand. Takes a piss on my trail cam. I’ve almost gone over and said “Look, if I wanted a big yaller Lab on my place, I’d own a big yaller Lab.” But I haven’t because my neighbor is a good guy, works hard, minds his own business and his kids love that ol dog. I don’t want to get in a pissing contest over the dog and have hard feelings. I just let it go. I was a hard ass about stuff like this in my youth. But my relationship with my neighbor, even though we’re casual friends at best, means more to me than the dog. I guess I say all this to say the golden rule needs to apply somewhere and we need to treat each other like we want to be treated. Come on folks.
“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”
On the distance I like to walk to my stands: “The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”
