When I was a kid late 50s into the 60s, there was not one area farmer that cared if I was in their grove trying to shoot pheasants, squirrels and rabbits with my blunts and recurves. All of the area mean old farm dogs knew me as the kid with the milk bones in his pocket. Many of the big farm groves are gone, rabbit numbers are not what they used to be, and easy access to any private land is history. Kids would rather play pretend killing games on iPhones these days, I would rather take a longbow, a quiver full of cedar arrows with blunts and go rabbit and pheasant hunting. Even kids with hunting parents get cheated when the zealous parent makes everything a sure thing and takes all of the adventure out of the process.