I just just a gander mountain bipod type, ive got a technique for locking my gun elbow in the corner of the arm rest, and pulling the gun into my shoulder, its very steady. Dont need any orange, both those stands are over 800 yards from the nearest propery line :-D.

The woods are more open than they look, below that it was logged roughly 10yrs ago and thick doesnt begin to describe it, this is part of the "old growth" that is left on the farm, its scheduled to be logged in 2014 per our MFL plan

ac, you are trusting. I tend to find that folks that are likely to take a poke at a big box blind are also not likely to be inhibited by small things like property lines. Be careful.

Brent

haha i get on well with the neighbors, most of them dont hunt, the ones that due know where the field stand is, they'd have to be 500 yards over thier property line to have line of site at it.

If i get shot in the woods by a stray bullet, well i guess it was my time to go

We just had that happen here opening weekend guy standing next to his truck shot by an acquaintance. Sad and not really talked about much. Sounds like the shooter was shooting blind at noise

yeeesh, that kinda stuff is scary.

Used to hear about sound shooting, holy crap I can't believe it still happens

My dad almost got shot 30-35 years ago by a drunk 2nd cousin when walking to his stand and O dark 30 opening day, well my dad was what one would say is, a guy you wouldnt want to meet in a dark alley or surely not shoot at in the dark woods, scout sniper in nam' etc etc. He proptly scuttled up in our 2nd cousins box blind and beat the ever living piss out of him :-) Dad died in 2006 but that story gets brought up by the old timers that are left, every year.

You'd be shooting in the general direction of a squirrel about 99.9999999% of the time in the area I hunt, and the random shots would ensure that you wouldn't have to worry about actually seeing any deer.......

Closest I came was deer hunting about 20 years ago, had a young guy in our group. We were dealing with warm weather, high winds and no crops picked.

Got permission to drive a cornfield.

Drivers were told not to shoot at all as the plan was to just get the deer out of the corn into an adjacent woodlot.

Kid got all excited as three doe started running up the rows towards us.

Fired three shots out of his 12 gauge with slugs. One went over each shoulder and the third thru the brim of my cap. I went to ground. My brother and a couple friends grabbed his ass and threw him in a truck while a couple of others held me down and my dad took the guns away.

Needless to say I was done hunting for the day.

You'll never forget that sound.