I was watching Evel Knievel on the History Channel yesterday and he was adamant:
I can't spend it in Heaven, I can't spend it in Hell, so I'm spending here and now,
every single dime of it.
They owned 300 acres of prime hunting land along the Potomac. Dad hasn't hunted in 20 years but still wouldn't let anyone hunt there because he didn't want them "taking all his meat"
Just an acre, but two of the four sides adjoin a 6000 acre start forest. Accessible only by four wheeler or possibly a side by side. Flat enough that an old fella like me doesn't have to work too hard.
I'll probably put a shed on the acre and do the processing there. Maybe put a cot in there for bow season when it's still warm enough for an adventure outside my climate controlled bedroom.
People here throw out "deer corn" which, really just becomes a play ground for bears. Bear hunting is tightly controlled and you don't want to get caught with a dead one in your truck, despite the temptation.