I'll probably not stay out all day - I'll be coming back to my home by 4 pm to (hopefully) watch Penn State whoop up on Michigan for a change (it's been about 9 years now so we are due). WE ARE....


Hey Mike,rjohns94 wrote:I"m going in am for a doe here in South Central Penn's Woods. My .54 Custom Virginia Rifle is loaded and ready, my possibles bag is draped from the muzzle, along with the powder horn, haversack, belt axe, blade. My capote is draped across the chair, the mocasins are by the fire, my wool fingerless gloves are sitting there too. my license is ready. I will hunt the dawn from the ridgetops of my favorite glenn, looking for a doe to offer herself to me. Later in the day, as the sun gives up its final energy, I will hunt the lowland oaks and pines for limb bacon. Season comes at last and my spirit sours at the prospect of being in the woods of my creator.
I've had people say my dad gave them permission to hunt here, "just last year" - the only problem is, he has been dead for forty years.mklwhite wrote:AJMD429
What are the laws where you are? Can you post the land. Get a game warden to nab them?
One pipes up and says that he is my cousins brother in law and he gave permission to hunt?