Hey Polarbear. First of all, I appologize for saying your buddy was wrong. I went back and reread your first post and realize I interpreted his situation incorrectly. You said there is a road adjacent to his property. I would have done exactly what he did. My bad.
I kind of highjacked this thread. Our situation here is not the same as your friends. It's hard to decribe what's happening here unless you see it for yourself. Access is very limited into these "sky islands" because of natural topography. Only a limited amount of drainages allow for a road. We have people who only owns a few acres on these roads limiting access to literally thousands of square miles of national forests. It's not like the forest service can move over a half mile and put another road in. It's often 5 miles before it is even feasable to cut another road. Every drainage that can accomodate a road usually has one in it already.
Take the Whetstones for example. There are only a handful of access roads into the entire range, and this year 3 roads on the north end are closed. That literally closes the top third of the range (national forest) off to the public. Just because only 3 roads are closed. The Game & Fish are always trying to maintain relationships with a few landowners all over southern AZ to keep public land available to the public. There are some ranges that are virtually landlocked by landowners that the general public can't get to! Yes, you can walk in but you're going to be walking across 3-7 miles of NOTHING before you even begin to climb. I usually don't mind doing it on a big game hunt because it leaves the crowds behind, but it's not reasonable for Mearns hunting with a dog.It's not like your friends situation, where there was a reasonable option to go around.
I've had 2 run-ins with property owners down there. It's kind of a long story, but I'll get off my soapbox after this.
The first one was on a Juniors Javelina hunt. I had my 15 years old daughter and my 67 year old dad with me. We drove 3 hours from Phoenix to be there for opening morning. When we pulled off the highway at our exit we stopped for a potty break. It was still dark, and I decided to use the time to load her muzzleloader. I guy pulls up and aggresively confronts us about tresspassing. I don't back down, because we're on a PUBLIC road. He gets nasty, but realizes his bluff won't work on me and speeds off. It left a bad impression on my daughter. Here's the kicker, The road goes in only 4 or 5 miles before it ends at a National Forest sign! Nowhere do you ever cross any private property, yet this guy was willing to intimidate my 15 year old daughter because we were on "his" property!
The second situation was in the Chiricahua's. My dad and I were driving in on a very rutted out 2 track, again a public road. After a few miles we come up on an empty trailer sitting right in the middle of the road. I don't give it much thought, except I had to drive up off the road through the brush to get around it. A short time later I see a truck headed towards me fast. I again pull up into the brush to keep this guy from running us over. There are 2 guys in there 20's. The first words out of his mouth are "do you have my chainsaw!" It caught me off gaurd and told him I didn't. I tried to make small talk and ask him if he'd seen any deer. His response was "jeez, there everywhere, are you sure you don't have my chainsaw?" Again I tell him I never saw it. This goes on until I flat out tell him, "look, pal, I DON'T HAVE YOUR SAW!!!He blurted out, "no wonder you city people can't find any deer, you can't even see a chainsaw!" and sped off.
I've had many more GOOD encounters with landowners than bad, but they've never been in southern Az.
I totally agree with you that a person can do what they want with there property. However, I don't believe they have a right to keep Americans off of public land if they're isn't reasonable access around them. I guess that's where you and I differ. I wonder you'd feel the same way if you were in my shoes.
Again, my appology for misreading your post. Good Hunting, Gary