The trees were freshly painted white, every 50 yds or so a week or two before opening day. This one old guy sitting next to one of my logging roads tried to tell me that he was on game lands. About 200 yds uphill were blazes that were clear as a bell. He didn't seem to care and said he "knew" this property was owned by the state. At this point is was 2:30 pm and our day was ruined so it was even worth the arguement. Any deer that were on my property at that time were deep in my laurel patch.