Sounds a lot like the retards I used to hunt next to.

I remember all too well those mornings when the two truck loads of guys would rumble into the field a ½ hour after sunrise...then all talk and joke around. Eventually they'd get to their stands...only to get down after an hour...at which time they'd proceed to stalk the property for the deer they kicked out when they arrived. I can't remember how many deer my friends and I shot that they kicked to us. They thought we were deer Gods when we talked to them.


Now we hunt another property...and a group of Amish and Eminem wanna-be teen's hunt where we used to. Bling Bling, dawg! Good luck with that bow from the 70's with no sights or arrow rest on it!!!