Traipsing across the countryside

I keep looking over my shoulder.

It’s not because someone may be gaining on me, although I do fear getting caught.

It’s because I can’t believe I’m out here in such magnificent country all by myself.

Hunting.

Surely I must be trespassing or the season is closed.

After all, this is public land, open to everyone.

So where are they?

Am I the only guy who does this anymore?

Have all the other hunters quit, lost interest, died?

I keep expecting an official looking vehicle to come barreling out my way, screech to a halt, and an armed man with a badge to jump out shouting, “What do you t...