Visiting hunters can counter residents' prejudice with a jealousy of their own. When I'm hunting in another state, I'm envious of the in-staters who hunt there so cheaply and so often, maybe every day. I can't come back next week when, they tell me, "the hunting gets good." I can't afford it, can't take off work, and it's too far to drive. Because I might be on a rare or even once-in-a-lifetime outing, I hunt hard when I go out-of-state. I expect my effort, the short nights and long days, the blisters, splinters, sweat and bone-chill, to be ample payment for the buck I take home. Whatever our address, to the game we're all the same.