About ten years ago, I headed across the back of a 400 yd wide clear cut to get in the timber where I had seen Elk the day before. As I was ready to head into the timber I saw a truck pull up on the road below. Two guys got out and started looking around adn one quickly yelled," There' s one!" I thinking they spotted an Elk, stopped and waited. Standing in the open wearing an orange vest( the first day I had worn it in two weeks) and a red crush hat. Below me to the right about ten feet away a rock exploded and dust felw everywhere. Then I heard the shot and immediately started waving my hat and yelling at the top of my lungs at these idiots. Well the rock exploded again?! SO I fell behind a log got a steady rest and kicked dirt at their feet with a .300 Win Mag. They hopped into their truck and drove away. I went to the Game Warden and reported it but never ran into them again. I' m thinking they were Anti- hunting or animal rights nuts? Scariest thing I' ve ever known, gave me a little taste of what a Solider goes through[:@]