Congrats! Growing up in south Arkansas, I hunted in pines all the time. Nothing like it. Only problem is the seed ticks and those dad-blasted chiggers. They LOVE a forest floor of pine needles!
Most folks I know (unless they grew up like this straight fighten'em) completely hate planted pine plantations. I'm headed right back in there to most likely get my my tail whooped in the morning. Packed some jack links, band aids, water bottle, and a thermacell.
Is it possible to kinda enjoy and hate these mean devils at the same time?