I was in a club that was bordered on three sides by a single land owner. Very wealthy man. His wife was an animal lover and artist that painted wildlife so she was very anti hunting. He built a dirt road right off the property line and would ride it EVERY afternoon, pretty much doing the same thing. It hurt the hunting for a while but the deer got used to it and didn’t pay much attention to him after a while. He took it a little further though and if he saw one of us on our side, as he passed by, he would stop and get off his 4 wheeler and find “something” to fidget with. I just started removing my hunters orange when I heard him coming and put it back on after he passed.


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