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Yeah, I think Mark's right on that one. In our county, the Co. Clerk's office is adjacent to the county's tax maps office, if they aren't one in the same. Going in with a good location, name, or lot number, will help a lot.
In other words, if you know who owns an adjacent property, and can get their name and address, you can easily figure. from that information, who owns the property you wish to hunt.
I've done this before when no one lived on the land, but a name was needed to even ask for permission.
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Your going to nail one yet. The hunting gods owe you.
Allah has heard your prayers and has granted the subject of them....fruitful bounty.......
Meat on the hook as of this afternoon, and I emailed Mark a photo of my tired butt with the future source of my venison hotdogs & jerky. I've been out hunting over the last week or so, and haven't gotten much sack time. Last night, about 4 hours, and the night before, about the same or maybe a tad more.
I've been walking all kinds of miles and running this block of woods out back of my place chasing deer. I know the property very well, and I know where the deer bed, feed and pass between the two. Hunting pressures change their usual course of business from pre-season, to season, and then back. Knowing where they'll be is half the battle.
Although muzzleloader season isn't as intensive as regular season, it's still hunting pressure to them, and they bed in the swamp's outlying tag alders where it's extremely thick. Human scent takes on a whole new meaning, and even though the pressure has let up somewhat, it hasn't been long enough after season for them to ignore it yet.
Anyhow, I knew that the doe's were coming up in my back property about 150yds out behind my house where I have a large section mowed down. They like to sneak in on my scrub apple trees and snack. Well, I finally said to hell with it and, as I told Mark, decided to smack one of the "feeder deer" (which we jokingly call the deer that come up and eat out of the bird feeders in people's yards). We don't have any feeders, but I guess the apples work.
Well, I lay in wait out in my back yard and at dusk, out they came. I picked the largest of the two and I whacked her with a "quartering to me" (not the best angle to shoot), shot to the chest. She ran probably about 40yds. and dropped in an adjacent brush lot. No blood trail, no snow, and it was raining....geessh what luck. After a short track job, I finally located her.
I just thought it kind of stupid to be putting on all the miles to kill something that visits me every night.
Well, she's sleeping like a bat in my garage (upside down on the gambrel) and I'm going to send her to "finishing school" (my butcher) tomorrow.
Thanks for the kind prayers to the "Allah of Vension"...and I hope his brother the "Predator Pope" answers our pleadings for a bountiful upcoming season....hehehehe.
Take care guys....gotta hit the sack...
Bob