The other day I arrived later than I wanted to at a public hunting area (wrong turn), and I got to my spot just after another group had pulled in and started uncrating dogs. They had me beat, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to say good morning. The guys, three younger guys from a couple of counties north, could not have been nicer. I was welcome to hunt the field too, or to join them. We talked for a while. There were three of them, with three dogs, two of them young, and I decided adding me and Jed to the group might turn it into a circus. I wished them well and drove to another spot where, once again, someone had just arrived ahead of me. At first I was going to leave the area to them, but it's 300 acres – much bigger than the previous place – so I pulled in, foolishly thinking there was enough cover that we could co-exist.