I had really high hopes for the first place I showed up to scout. It was a gnarly piece of river floodplain ground surounded by farm country and parts of it were only accessible by boat. Then I showed up and found a smashed up television on the edge of the parking lot, soaking in the river. I hiked a little ways and stumbled into a big group of dudes blasting each other with paintball guns. I hopped in my car and drove to the next spot. Even if there had been a big-buck sweet spot on that piece of land, hunting it wouldn’t have been worth dealing with all the trash and the maniacs (they might have actually been okay guys, but I didn't stop to find out). One of the benefits of hunting public land is that there are no strings attached.