I was going to a lease on year and came across a older man and his wife. They had a blow out and were having a heck of a time with the jack. I stopped and got out my hydraulic jack and put their spair on. His wife wanted some pecons so they had started to the store to get some.
After finishing I walked back to the jeep and took out my big bag of pecons, (great snack and I have a very big nice tree walked back and gave them to her. We talked some more and they ask what I was doing out there. I told them that I was going to do a little hunting. He looked at his wife and said, We have a small place and it has a few deer on it. They use to hunt but due to their age they didn't hunt any more. They invited me to come back and hunt. Little place turned out to be 1700 acers.
I took a doe the first time out and after having it processed I gave them half. I was able to hunt there for 6 years untill they were killed in a one car roll over.[&o]