In my younger days I can remember calling in sick to make opening day. It used to be a huge day for any Texan with a shotgun.
Where i grew up, you hunted where you pleased, because you knew every farmer and rancher in the county. Then the Dallas boys came in waving $100.00 bills, and even the feral hog hunting dried up.
Now, here I sit, with over well 1,000 acres under my control, cows, calves, everything, and I haven't even bothered to get a huntin license.
I see bobwhite quail everyday, probably have 5 to 7 big coveys on the ranch. I see turkeys every day. In the winter I might see over a hundred. The muley bucks have just about lost all their velvet, I've got dove everywhere, and all I want to do is look.
None of the above are afraid of my ranch truck, the deer will stand there and look, the quail will move out of the way, and the turkeys will run for a ways in front of the truck until one of'em thinks to duck off to the side.
I d keep a rifle handy however, and the coyotes after my calves, know to vacate immediately, as they are shot on sight.
I guess what I used to wonder about, concernin old men, has finally became clear.
Old age changes your perspective. On just about everything. 
