Sitting in my stand that was placed in a nice thick funnel in a NH State Forest and I hear someone shooting a .22 caliber, maybe 75 yards from me.
Next thing you know I hear a much larger caliber go off and figured I'd yell out, as this would do more than just hurt me, probably kill me!
So I screamed out "what the **** are you doing". They replied "are you hunting", of course I said yes, and they said "sorry" and they packed up and left.
I took my stand down and never returned.
Bullets wizzing past my head kind of soured me![>:]