I can't tell you how many times I've stared into a campfire under the exact circumstances that you have described.In the old days when you had room to roam, and get away from all signs of civilization, and you could make your own rules, and hunt what you wished and bother no one while doing it.The swamplands never seemed to end, and there were lakes that didn't have names yet, and you could count one one hand how many people knew how to get to over 3 of them.There were gators, and the black bear were plentiful, with an occasional panther sighting (cougar) if you prefer the western term.You could make your living off the waters and the woods.My Grandfather and his Dad shot ducks and deer for the market, and sold gator hides year round.It was a different time back then.But the paradise was lost, when the governor of our state went and sold all state owned swampland to a farming company to raise soybeans.on. The price? Two dollars and fifty cents an acre. How would you like a deal like that? over 750,000 acres was cleared out.By the greed of a politician. Thanks for bringing back memories of days gone by.