The old farm I leased was on North Boyden. 1830 white farmhouse on the top of the hill. As manager, I didn’t need a deer tag, wrote my own. Used to come home from work, strap on my Redhawk 44 mag, and walk out the back door to my own hunting grounds. In rainy weather, the geese would fly low over the old fence line. I’d sit on the back porch and wait for them! Ah,,,,those were the days, my friend, I thought they’d never end. But they did. Why the govt needed that proper is ridiculous!
The US Wildlands Project! The predecessor of UN agenda 21, look them up.