Funny story, I use to think purple paint was state land so I was hunting on all of it that surrounds bankhead. Never had any problem. Which reminds me.... My grandpaw didn't care who owned what. He was a number one piddler. He set plenty of bad examples on me but damn, he was hilarious and we had the times of our lives.

He was old school and was friends with the Landowners but they had the lands leased out to clubs. We shot tons of deer in summertime..at night, whenever we wanted to. This was in the 80s. I saw that man tear down every tree stand in the woods too. Poppaw was crazy 🤣. He was the definition of an outlaw. Born and raised in the holler, never owned a driver's license.