I live butted up on the Bankhead National Forest, my land is legal to hunt and I've been observing some patterns. But if baiting is legal, that would give me a lot of help that most of you don't need.
I'm blind in one eye, have one arm that's shorter than the other and severely damaged and I don't walk well any more. I know how to place a shot correctly, I know how to ignore what won't be a clean kill but I don't have the strength to hike backcountry for days or drag a kill that will almost certainly outweigh me by a lot very far. I'd be interested in drawing one near enough I could recover it myself to continue to preserve the illusion that I am still independent a little while longer. It also doesn't hurt that I hunt to feed myself and my wife, and I don't give a rip about trophies (antlers in my house get made into things-there are no mounted antlers or taxidermied parts in the house.) I'd probably prefer trying to drag up a fat doe than trying to trick the ten-point behind my house (who is probably the picture of breeding fitness) and keep the breeding lines strong. We have too many deer here, too many lots of things, and I'm trying to keep one of those things from being empty plates.
My two cents. I'd still hunt with poison like my forebears did if it were legal-but I don't care about antlers, I care about eating, I control access to my woods and who hunts it, and I can't eat the whole woods worth of deer in a season. I might understand the ramifications and proper usage, but I can't expect everyone to, and so I agree with it being illegal for that fact.
I'm not trying to step on toes, I'm a crippled hunter who will not quit for the love of the hunt. I refuse to stoop to computer aided guns and such, my wishes are for a fast, humane kill and not to blow my failing heart out getting it home. Too many seasons I let them go because no good shot presented itself (and I had very little time to hunt many years, as well.) Even now, as I rely more on it, I still plan to be the same way-I'll just be a little hungrier for it.
My two cents, as they say-not that it buys you anything any more. Guess you could throw them at people or something.