I grew up 4 miles north of North Creek, on Rt28. The Hudson River was on the other side of the road. The Delaware and Hudson RR went up the base of Gore mountain behind our farm and I spent all my growing up years riding the trains with my best friend - his dad was a railroader. Yes, I know you can't even take a picture of a train today without some fed trying to put you in jail.
This was in the 1950s and 60s. The largest black bear taken east of the Mississippi was shot 2 miles from my house. It was out of season, shot by a panicked fisherman as he was stealing the guy's fish. The bear was over 9 feet and 700 pounds on Waddell's grain store scales. There were lots of other large bear taken in the area around the Warren - Hamilton county line.
The fishing on the Hudson was great in the 50s and I even caught a 39" Musky just below my house. With the bike handlebar through the gills, the tail dragged on the road. Some folks from NYC stopped me and took a picture... mailed a print to us later.
The deer hunting back then was poor. I went to school with some 'poor' folks and they reported that the illegal deer hunting was very poor. We got rid of our outhouse in 1954 and got running water. Still no water heater, just heated water in the reservoir at the back of our Kalamazoo wood stove for our big cast iron bath tub.
Even the city folks who hunted the area used open sights and a (rare) long shot was less than 200 yards. The Moose pond area always puzzled me... never saw a moose, even though they are seen all the time in Vermont, in the Lake Champlain basin and farther east.
As was mentioned by someone else, there was very little new growth and very few farms in the northeast Adirondack high peaks area where I grew up. When I was a student of physics at Union College in Schenectady, I worked on the Northway (interstate 87 today) construction between Chestertown and Schroon Lake. We cut the right-of-way right through the forest and the swamps. Again, a few deer lived there and this was the early 60s.
The Adirondack park was ramped up in the late 60s. The econazis were just starting up and the mountain men (me) were the target. Since we lived next to the Hudson river, you couldn't even get a permit to paint your outhouse. After a trip overseas for the big party, TET '68, I left the farm behind and moved to Vermont.
Lyme disease, etc., caused by the econazis' mismanagement of the Adirondack park, changed it into something I could hardly recognize by the 1990s. The lack of logging caused old growth forests and deep beds of pine needles, which turned the rain into acid as it filtered down the mountains and ruined the rock-bottomed lakes. No forest fires to sweeten up the soil, either. "Acid rain" is a con dreamed up by the ecofreaks, as anyone who ever tried to grow anything green under a bunch of pine trees knows. All rain is acid, since it encounters CO2 on its way to the ground. It needs the soil to buffer it - like when the farmers put lime on their fields.
The gun laws in NY SUCK. I repeat, the gun laws in NY SUCK. Actually, I think the whole state SUCKS. We sold the farm in 2000.
I wouldn't give that worthless state any money, if I were looking for a place to hunt.
Go to Pennsylvania, like all the NY hunters do.