When I was stationed in CA I hunted blacktails on public land. One year I found a waterhole way back in that was clobbered with deer sign. I packed in the night before and set up a dry backpack camp about a half mile from the waterhole. On opening morning I was about 200 yards above the waterhole set up with a 243 and right at sunrise about 45 boy scouts came hiking in and set up camp right next to the waterhole.

I went down and talked to the scoutmaster and he didnt even know it was opening day. I still tagged a buck but I had to dig it up out of a thick brushy canyon. It would have been nice to just watch the waterhole but they had as much right to that spot as I did.


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