So there I was (yeah, it’s one of those stories). There I was, walking through a field with barely enough grass cover to hold a sparrow much less a pheasant or even quail or hun. Kona and I had been hunting hard all day; going deep while exploring the south end of some public property.
We went off the beaten path, worked heavy cover adjacent to a creek and finally climbed our way out of the bottoms and to the top of the plateau surrounding the area. That’s when we encountered the sparse grass.
And then I noticed a truck go by on gravel road. “Must be an access road down here,” I thought.
And then I saw some outbuildings throughout the area. “I wonder if those buildings are part of the homestead the state purchased?”
And then I noticed all the cattle looking at us. “Well, I know the state still allows grazing on the property,” I reasoned.
At some point, however, I put 2 and 2 and 2 together and realized that I had walked right off the 13,000-acre property and onto private land. I have no clue at what point this transgression took place. I quickly unloaded my gun and walked to the nearest road and house.
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