I think that I have reached the point of deep frustration. Last year I took a trip up the basin to the Othello area to scout for my weekend hunt. I stopped on the side of a gravel road and glassed a flock of geese that were ready to land in a field. I always go out equiped with a cooler chest full of my own smoked salmon to offer as a trade to farmers for hunting their land. That was my intention, to find the land owner and ask permission. Just as my heart rate was starting to fall from watching the geese, two men in a new truck pull up behind me and got out. Now I am thinking to my self....WOW, the farmer came to me, now I don't have to find him. But not so fast. I also got out, and when I did, I noticed that these two guys were not in a good mood. In fact they were down right hostile. They drilled me with questions such as, and mind you I will keep the bad words out: What are you doing here? How many hunters are there in your party? What service are you with? Who do you think you are? Now mind you, these are the only things that I can tell you becuase of the profanity level. But when you grab me and tell me that I better watch what fencepost I am pissing on or I will get the butt end of the shot gun.... Well, lets just say after that, he was trying to pick him self off the gravel road. But I forgot about his friend who had moved in behind me. They left, and I found picking myself off the ground a real challenge. To top the day off, they keyed my truck. Gone are the days when you scouted for your own spot to hunt and asked permission I guess. Has it really gotten that bad that the services have scooped up all the good spots and to hell with your average hunter that wants to go out, not to makea living and a ton of money.... but he just wants a good hunt, good meat for at the most.........the cost of a smoked salmon.
It's hard to pull 1 inch through 6 inches of material while doing "the dance", and looking skyward.