About ten minutes from my then house in Apalachin, NY 30 years ago, I asked a hobby farmer if I could hunt grouse. He was the kindest man who said yes, and I remember three things vividly.
One, the great numbers of woodcock in the moist pastures and with not much cover
Two, how much it sucks to grab an electric fence designed for cows
Three, the fact the old man fell into an abandoned well on his property with a rotted cover and died in there alone in the deep part of fall. That always bothered me.
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