In the grand scheme of things - it takes all kinds to make the world go round.

I had a place that was nice to hunt. There was several hundred acres and no posted signs. Then a crazy woman who liked to run around with no clothes on - Crazy Mary drove her van onto the property and lived there for a couple of years before the owner found out that she had been living there. They called the police, it did no good.. They took her to court, it did no good.

She had something that they called Squatters Rights.
As long as she didn't move her van, they couldn't throw her off the property.

In the end, I was told that she had died and they moved her possessions off the property and now they have a posted sign every 15 feet.

You made some pretty disparaging remarks about the guy, and the thing that bothers me the most is that for the last two years, you probably didn't do one thing for the guy to help him out - until your permission ran out on the property.

I had friends that were dirt poor, that I rounded up old blankets, food, clothing, boots, what ever I thought that they could use and visited them several times a year. Another family who let us drive across their land, my dad would take them a case or two of beer come hunting season. When they sold the land - dad missed driving up their old rutted road and up over their steep hill - with ruts so deep you could put a jeep into the ruts and still not see the tires.

You need to learn that you got to give a little bit to get a little bit.

One guy had a farm that Old McDonald wouldn't live in.
The main roof of the house leaked and so he took tar paper up to the second floor and tar papered the walls and the floor and moved all his possessions down stairs.

That was some of the best pheasant hunting around.

My little girl would take his horses apples in the fall and winter and she would buy presents for his cows - corn, hay etc..
I could go there at 3 AM in the morning and be welcome.