Heh. That's funny, because all that stuff is pretty much all my brother does, and he kept complaining that Indiana wasn't any good for it… He lived in this awful little town called "North Vernon" that we called "the Dirty Vern". Mostly I think it was the lack of mountains, though. We're hillbilly folk, truth be told. ;)
He does have a hilarious story about the first time he killed a deer up there, and didn't have anywhere to leave the carcass (they used to dump 'em deep in the woods where they knew scavengers would clean the bones, but apparently there weren't any woods there). So it ended up in a 7-11 dumpster.
we had land that had belonged to our family since before my grandpa (not sure how long before him, just that he bought it from his uncle). and across the street from our cornfield, we had woods, in which we cleared out a section and put basically a dirt bike track. and a bunch of paths that crissed and crossed in the woods, barely big enough for trucks.
and in the south central part of indiana, were a ton of woods and hills. not quite mountains but very steep terrain.
and when we hunted we kept the deer, and ate it. or are you saying after you got all the meat and everything?
