Many years ago, there was a real choice chunk of property near where I lived. I wondered why no one ever hunted it, as the farm was perfect for deer. So one afternoon I stopped at the farm. This very old man named Hans, with a broken German accent came out. Rumor was he was an ornery old devil. I introduced myself and explained I like to hunt deer and wondered if I could hunt his property. He kind of scratched his head a few seconds and said.. Don't see why not. He then told me to get in his pick up truck and drove me all over his farm showing me the choice places to hunt.

I later learned that he liked a particular brand of Brandy. And that season I shot one of my best bucks ever, opening day. After season I drove back out there with some photos of the deer. He laughed and said, he'd seen that deer many times and was happy that I got the thing. He was even more happy when I gave him a quart of his favorite Brandy and a 12 pack of beer. I then told him if he ever need help on the farm to give me a call and I would be glad to give him a hand. He died later that spring and his son took over the farm. When I approached the son, he told me NO! But you're right, sometimes all you need do is ask.

Good luck wandering around that range land. Now I know why you have to be able to shoot 200 yards. I saw pictures of that kind of area, and your shots can get some length to them. That Mountaineer should be bad medicine.