People and their lives are NOT the same as those of us older folks. Lazy generation? To some extent maybe but, when I started hunting as a child, I'd start out in the morning from the farm, and I might end up 5 miles or more from home. I'd cross farm after farm, maybe even hunt with one of the neighbors. l'd walk out to a road and start heading home. Someone would always stop and pick me up, make sure my firearm was unloaded and take me home. How would that work out today in the majority of the country????
Next the large properties or farms in many areas have been chopped up and sold off. 10 acres here, 20 acres there, 5 acres here, or a darn subdivision now in place. City folk moved to the country to find THEIR little piece of country and by God its THEIRS! Don't you dare cross that property line. You do not have permission to retrieve game if its on my property and a whole list of other "do not disturb me" lines.
Some hunters hunting over large agricultural fields must shoot long range. Others have to kill an animal DRT because of "that" neighbor.
EVERYONE has to set back and think about how others may hunt and not be so selfish. That gets no one anywhere and only divides the numbers. You boys that have hunted in the mountains all your lives, have no clue what its like to hunt over a 200 or 400 acre agricultural field/s. Try your Davy Crocket sneaking on a buck that came out of a corner 300yds away over a picked bean field. The does will instantly spot you and they'll all be gone.
Likewise, the guys that have hunted open fields all their lives, know nothing about the guys hunting mountains and certainly anyone that hunts in the swamps.
If you have a problem with Billy Bob hunting with a modern inline rifle, you have the problem not Billy Bob. That your way or the highway stuff is nothing but selfishness.
That`s how I was raised, down here in the Southern river swamps. My uncle owned an island in the Oconee River between Wheeler and Montgomery Counties, couple of hundred acres of virgin timber. He wouldn`t post it. Said that when he died he wanted friends and locals to come to his funeral. The big river swamp that surrounded our place was hunted by everybody. When the paper company that finally bought it offered our families first option to lease it, my older cousin leased it and he wouldn`t post it either, for the same reason. He paid for the lease and never said a word to family, friends, or strangers about hunting it. In his words, 'Everybody deserves a place to hunt".
The hunting world was a better place because of men like them. I`m lucky enough to know a few farmers and plantation owners who are much like them.