Mine was more of a mutual decision. The president wanted all members to text him if they were going hunting. And text after you left. This was back in the day where texting wasn't unlimited. I was driving from Trussville to down past Vance. First year, wasn't that big a deal, the second, I found out that some of the "spots" were by permission only. Then I started camping down there, so I was out in the woods before most of the guys got there. SO the texting changed to I needed to text him where I was, and when I got down, every time. I said no. He also wanted to know what we saw each sit. So I put out decoy stands, and started hunting just outside of where I said I was. The only game I ever saw was game I killed. And I dragged it a ways away from where I killed it to pick it up. It was actually pretty funny.

I was not invited back for the 3rd year. Ther first 3 clubs I was in up here, I was watched heavily. I got really adept at slipping around and not leaving tracks. I always stayed in the woods late in the evening, so if I killed something, no one would be at the sign in when I came in.