I now live in rural south-central Virginia (aside: get me out of here!), and have encountered ‘both kinds’ of hunters, the majority being responsible ones, and the absolute titwanks.
My house had sat closed up for 8 years in the woods when I bought it, and over that time, during hunting season, the property became a popular campground for a group of ‘out of town’ hunters (I found out these guys were coming from North Carolina, etc). This group would shoot at anything that moved, and when I once got so fed up with them I went out and asked them to leave my property, they informed me that they’d been using my land for years and to ‘deal with it’! I used to put orange X’s on my sheep to keep them from being shot – I ended up ringing the sheriff once from the floor of my upstairs hallway – the only place in the house not near a window – because these guys had got drunk and were shooting towards the house and garden.
I would call the guys from the local hunt club to come out, give them written permission to be on my property, and ask them to protect me from these other guys – the hunt club guys were very responsible, honoured ‘No hunting’ signs, and were very good about educating these irresponsible folks who came out with guns and took soundshots.
The last I saw of that group was one night, about 11pm or so, a few years ago, my dogs were very agitated, and when I looked out of the window, saw that they’d set up a campsite with bonfire in my back garden within site of the house…they were perhaps 50 yards away :eek:
Yes the area around my house is cleared, and the house is extremely visible now and was at that time. There are five sets of floor to ceiling windows on that side of the house, and I had every light blazing – either these guys had that ‘mum, we’re camping down at the end of the garden’ mentality, or they were used to camping within site of a massive landed UFO, I haven’t a clue.
So anyway, I waited until I thought they were snuggly down inside their sleeping bags, then turned my amplifier to the opened window and played Beethovan’s Ode to Joy a la Jimi Hendrix on my Flying V guitar at volume 9.5 (10 would wake the neighbours.) They’d cleared out in about 5 minutes, and I think I’m the stuff of legend at the hunt club…