Why Some Minnesota Farmers May Not Let You Hunt Their Land

It all started as a great idea proposed by Minnesota Governor Mark Dayton as an effort to improve water quality.  I’m talking about the Minnesota Buffer Law which establishes new requirements for perennial vegetation buffers of up to 50 feet along lakes, rivers, and streams and buffers of 16.5 feet along ditches.  And while I am somewhat torn by the real value of this new land use requirement, as I have previously written…I see both sides of the issue as a landowner and as a sportsman.

Now, when Governor Dayton announced his new legacy project to a bunch of sportsmen at the 2015 DNR Roundtable meetings there was lots of excitement from the conservation community.  On the other hand, many landowners felt the proposal (and subsequent law) went too far in dictating how a landowner must use their land.

Well, at this point I’m not going to debate the issue.   Rather, I’m just here to say there are lots of farmers and landowners who are fed up with the bureaucracy involved and it only seems to be getting worse.

Indeed, a farmer who doesn’t have the required 50-foot vegetative buffer can suffer some consequences if they are out of compliance after November 1st.  In most cases these will be fines levied against the non-complaint landowner.   In some instances, however, a farmer could be facing criminal prosecution.  That’s right, criminal prosecution as is the case in Traverse County, Minnesota and likely other counties.

Now, you can imagine that doesn’t sit well with many in the agriculture community.  Of course, if you are a landowner with no rivers or public ditches, then the issue doesn’t really matter to that particular farmer.  On the other hand, many other farmers feel the government telling them how to conduct their livelihood on land they own or operate is an invasion on their rights.

Then comes along the sportsman who this fall might want to scare up a pheasant or two.  Quite honestly, I think many farmers look at the sportsman as being the rallying point for this new conservation mandate.  After all, the vast majority of sportsmen are not landowners and really have little to lose, and perhaps some to gain with more hunting opportunities thanks to buffers.

So, this fall some sportsmen may now be seeing this sign posted on the perimeter of potential hunting grounds:

What do you think, sportsmen?  It’s hard enough to get permission to traipse on private property doing our hunting thing.  Is an agitated gatekeeper to such lands the best way to do this?  How has this issue become a mutually beneficial relationship for both sportsmen and landowners?

I want to hear your thoughts.  Okay, I get all the arguments for improving the environment, etc.  But really sportsmen…is a proposal you were cheering almost three years ago going to pay recreational dividends when one of the parties of this relationship feels lots of angst because of the buffer measure?  When the gatekeeper isn’t happy this is not a good thing, in my honest opinion.

The SHOT Show; Remembering My First Time

I have this friend who likes to poke fun at people who do stupid things.   Take, for instance, the time one of our buddies backed his boat trailer into the water and then got talking with some people who momentarily distracted him.   Yup, you probably guessed it…he forgot to put the drain plug back into the boat before it hit water.

Well, to make a long story short…by the time he figured out his predicament the boat had taken on lots of water to the point gear was floating on the bottom.   It’s about this time my other buddy is famous for saying, “I remember my first beer, too.”   The connotation being that someone just learning how to drink alcohol is generally not too aware of the stupidity that can result.

In many ways the concept of “remembering my first beer” sort of relates to my first experience at SHOT Show, too.   I was a rookie.   I did lots of stupid things.   I was intoxicated, so to speak, of the sheer scope of the event.   In other words, the first time I walked into the Las Vegas Convention Center back in 1988 to attend the SHOT Show a sensation of nervous excitement raced throughout my body.

Now, keep in mind back in 1988 the number of show attendees was just shy of 20,000 people.   Last year, in comparison, there was about 64,000 people at the Sands Convention Center which I’m guessing has a footprint smaller than what the larger L.V. Convention Center once offered.

I attended this 1988 show because my boss (at the time) told me to go with the intent of making some new contacts to sell them calendars.   Truth be told, I failed miserably.   I came home with a pocket full of business cards and none of them were leads for future business.   In fact, I quickly discovered how people don’t go to SHOT with the hopes of peddling products or services TO THE exhibitors (albeit, to some extent it does happen)…nope, folks go to SHOT to BUY FROM the exhibitors who spend big bucks on fancy tradeshow displays.

And you see, at that first show I discovered how companies had a sneaky little trick to distract you.   While you might be wanting to tout the benefits of the products and services you can offer, they have new products on display that makes your head spin with excitement and intrigue.   I quickly learned the proper protocol for SHOT or any tradeshow, for that matter.   In fact, today even more so than three decades ago, SHOT management strongly discourages any selling by roving “carpetbagging” as this practice undermines the tradeshow concept.

So, if you’re walking the show aisles and not selling, you must be buying products, correct?   Well, yes and no.   At this first tradeshow I discovered how the exhibitors wanted to “write orders” and have the product shipped to your store.   That didn’t mean they would necessarily have products for you to “grab and go” with to fill a shopping cart.   Nope, found that out when trying to leave the show.   Bags were often inspected and a “bill of sale” best be available as proof of purchase.   And samples, oh boy…a person better have a good story.

Today, however, mostly with the size of the tradeshow show tripling from those earlier years…show floor selling doesn’t appear to be as big of a deal.   While all bags are still subject to inspection upon departure, it seems to now rarely occur.

The new smartphone app is a welcome tool to both navigate and learn about what is happening at SHOT.

Okay, so what’s it like to walk your very first SHOT Show?   I guess if I had to sum it up in one word I would say “disorienting.”   Honestly, the SHOT Show is so big and vast that without a good plan of attack you just will not see it all.   A person needs paper maps, smartphone apps, and the confidence to ask someone who can help show you the way.

Aside from that the show will wear you down.   Yes, it will even make your feet bleed.   Just ask my buddy, Jeff, who chose not to take my advice and wear comfortable shoes while at the show.   His white dress socks having spent the day inside a pair of leather dress shoes made for blisters and bleeding.   Oh yeah, once the “dogs start barking” the discomfort will not stop biting likely for the remainder of the show.   Be warned and stay aware.

Another thing most people forget about is staying hydrated.   After all, the SHOT Show is in the desert and your body can wear down quickly when fluid intake is lacking.   Oh, and perhaps this is a good point in time to talk about the proper fluid, too.   Yes, the show is in Vegas and yes, the alcohol has a tendency to flow(especially in the evenings).   Alcohol does not do well to hydrate a body, in fact, in most cases it is rather counter productive.

So, by now you might be wondering why the hell would anyone want to go to SHOT.   First off, not just anybody can get in…you must be a bona fide member of the outdoors industry with credentials that seem to get more strict each year.   Oh yeah, and it costs lost of money in travel and lodging; Vegas is not the cheap destination your parents once knew.   On top of that, the tradeshow can be overwhelming in so many of the ways I just explained.

Honestly, I go for the friendships.   Over all my years I have met many outstanding people in this industry with whom I have developed very cherished friendships.   To me that is what SHOT is truly all about.   Renewing acquaintances and discovering new fascinating people to connect with in the future.

This first-time SHOT attendee was so overwhelmed by the experience I could hardly get him out of the Tenzing booth.

Of course, this is only an estimate, but I figure conservatively I have walked at least 750,000 steps while attending SHOT over the many years.   This works out to be over 300 miles of tired, sore feet walking on carpeted cement in various cities such as Las Vegas, Orlando, Houston, Dallas and New Orleans.   No wonder I’m tired.

Yet, in 1994 a book author named John Roskelley handed me a signed copy of his new mountain-climbing book, Stories Off The Wall.   In the book he signed and wrote, “To Jim, all adventures begin with the first step…”   Advice I have not only taken to heart in my life, but subsequently offered to many others who were contemplating a new life journey.

Indeed, I would say how the first time a person takes steps inside of the SHOT Show it becomes a transformational experience; an experience that will change how you appreciate the shooting and outdoors industry from that day forward.

To all those folks who will be taking their very first steps at SHOT this year, I’m excited for what you are about to witness.   …And oh yes, “I remember my first time.”

Time To Quit Hitting The “Snooze Button” On This Blog

Yeah, I’ve been AWOL for awhile on this blog.   And for that I do apologize.   I understand to have a good blog you need to be consistent and informative…both of which has not been my usual modus operandi over the past several months.   Time for that to change…or at least that is a goal for 2017.

I’ve been well…and I’ve been busy with life.   Running a business out of one’s home(which I have done for 27+ years) and doing so profitably these days demands lots of time and attention.   Not making excuses, but fact is doing the stuff to pay the bills is generally more important than doing the stuff (blogging) that showcases your pastimes in life.   I think most people can appreciate that.

Elsie and Dad enjoy some hot chocolate while sitting in the deer blind.

One of the things I do not apologize for is spending time with my 8–y/o daughter.   When I got married later in life (42) my wife was insistent on wanting to have a child before the two of us got any older.   She kept telling me how having kids changes you; not only bringing a relationship closer together, but also changing one’s overall attitude on life.   Boy, was my wife correct on that life assessment.   Until you’re a parent, you just don’t understand.

But I contend how becoming a parent later in life changes you even more than if you’re a parent in, oh let’s say your mid-20s.   When you are a young parent you see a fairly long time horizon and balance out family and adventure accordingly.   For me, being a more mature parent of a youngster…it’s just different.   It’s not that I don’t hope for a long life remaining (BTW, I turn 54 tomorrow), but I think a more mature parent is just better equipped to appreciate how the best gift you can give a youngster is your time…no matter what is experienced together.   If it’s something in the outdoors, even so much the better.

Back when I worked ambulance I used to have a partner who would radio the hospital with a patient report sometimes saying the person in our care was suffering from “TMB.”   Most often the doctor or nurse on the other end of that conversation would scratch their head wondering just what the hell that acronym related to in the report.   It was simple.   TMB stood for “Too Many Birthdays.”   Indeed, there sometimes reaches a point where the best way to describe what a person is suffering with is explained by the fact they are getting old.

Yes, we all get old and I have discovered how one of the best ways to feel younger again is to live the outdoors through my daughter’s eyes.   Children are like sponges and they want to explore and learn.   If you are lucky enough to have the expertise it simply behooves you to find someone with whom to share that knowledge.   This past fall when my daughter told me, “Dad, you’re not allowed to go hunting anymore unless you take me with!”   Seriously, those words spoken were sweet music to my ears.   To have a child who desires to be with you even if it means being cold, uncomfortable and often tired from early morning wake times…well, there’s just no greater feeling in the world.

Elsie proudly displays the turkey Team Braaten shot last April (Elsie’s 1st turkey).

Truly, I am blessed.   If I had extra time or energy that might have once been spent blogging, instead I have been spending it with my child.

She understands how food doesn’t just come from a grocery store.   She understands how the process of eviscerating a wild critter can have a certain unpleasantness involved with the process.   Moreover, she now accepts that death is an emotional aspect of life and that in nature something must usually die for something else to live.

My daughter dreams of someday being a veterinarian.   She loves animals.   At even this young age she understands how with that career there are lots of unpleasantness involved in order to strive to improve an animal’s health.   Blood is part of what we do…either as hunters or as care providers.   The outdoors is the perfect place to mold this understanding which will benefit her later in life whether nor not she actually achieves her career dreams.

Elsie and I have some exciting adventures planned for the coming year.   I promise to do a better job posting more of those adventures for everyone to see.   Of course, not everything about this blog will now involve my li’l outdoors partner; in fact in 8 days I will be heading off to Vegas for my 26th  SHOT Show (Shooting, Hunting and Outdoor Trade).   Wow…26 industry trade-shows?   No wonder I’ve been tired and hitting the snooze button.   Stay tuned….