About to hit 66. I try to restrain myself and only offer advice or help when asked. When it comes to hunting and fishing locales, I tend to be very secretive. I've divulged such in the past, only to find the friend and his friends occupying the campsite in a subsequent season.
It's so exasperating seeing a young prospective big buck killer go to the feeder littered with the Tinks bottles and hang his up before climbing to the well used box blind with his plastic rattling antlers and big buck grunter. They take your advice with a grain of salt and start rattling before the truck is out of sight with the philosophy that it may increase their chance even one percent and they are going to do all they can for success.
