I've never had a tick in Duluth and its surrounding area, and I've spent a large portion of my life running around the hillside. I suppose they don't like my blood.

I must have been lucky, but that extended luck did come back to bite me while camping about 60 miles south of here. We were walking through tall grass near a pond. Back at camp, I found about 12 ticks on me, some of them already dug in. That happened in the space of a about a half hour in the grass. It was hard sleeping that night thinking that there was one I missed.