My yard is not your yard....
Now looking back at HQ. As you can see here, coon hunting and woods are right outside my door. So there you have it Greg, my yard and playground is not like your yard. I can walk a 1/4 to the top of the Birchfield ridge and follow that to Pound, Virginia and never see a house or road. That walk is close to 10 miles. I found this gentleman below on one such journey.
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