The best place i hunt was gotten by chance. the owner was an ass according to all of the locals, he will not let anyone hunt, they said.

I had squirrel hunted his neighbors one week and noticed that there were beer cans and trash everywhere. So, the next time i went i took along a trash bag and started picking up what i seen as i was hunting. on my way out the ass was happening down the, road and he stopped and said, boy did you carry all of that in with you. I told him how that i had seen all the trash the last time i was there and thought i would try to help by picking it up. he went on to tell me, that is why he quit letting others hunt. As he was leaving, i thought hell why not and i said well would you be willing to give another a chance. I was 12 yrs. old and i have been hunting on his 400acres for 28 years now. The old man has since past on and his son runs the place now, and i know as long as they own the property, i will have a place to hunt. I take him a ham and a turkey, every year to his family at xmas. anytime i stop by at a meal time, i am invited in to have a meal with his family.
I had at times worried about a leasing company getting in there and ruining things but when i talked to the owner, he stated he would never lease out and i was the only one he trusted on his land.