The summer when I was 11, my friend and I spent 7 weeks living in a tent by a small lake on a farmer's property about 2 miles from my house (we lived in the suburbs then). We took my bird dog and our .410s and pitched his dad's huge army surplus tent. We left camp to go to baseball practice and games, and we went home on weekends long enough to take a bath and resupply. I think my dad came by to check on us twice, and we saw our parents at baseball games and when we went home briefly. We had friends come by from time to time, and sometimes camp overnight with us. We never asked permission from the landowner, and even though he came out every now and then to check his cows, he never ran us off. We kept the place clean and didn't leave any litter.