Like a turd. The man that gave me permission failed to tell me that he only owns the back half of the woods which is so thick you can barely walk through them. The front half about landed me in jail. I took my son back there with me and about fifteen minutes later and elderly man "my neighbor" came stomping through the woods to tell me that he was the only one aloud to hunt there and that he called the sheriff and will let the land owner know as well. I thought the guy was going to have a heart attack. My son is eight and didn't quite know what was going on. I did my best to stay calm and explaine that I had been given permission but didn't realize the woods were owned by two different people. It didn't help.

Two things saved that moron a but whooping. His age and my son being there.