Just off my east line in an unlogged buffer strip on county land, there sits an old ground blind made of carpet with a marble stone with a single initial carved in it. Apparently, the old boy that used to hunt there wanted his ashes spread there. My old neighbor would let his family cross his place to visit it annually, but they eventually quit coming. Last year we cut out a jackpine that fell on it and shored up the carpet and framing. I often sit in a ladder stand not 50 yards from it, and it's actually kind of nice to ponder all that he had seen in the 40+ years he had hunted there.