I' ve had two idiot hunter encounters. The first was on a mule deer hunt in about 1984 in central Utah. I was almost skylined on a ridge and suddenly I hear what I thought was someone above me throwing rocks at the same time I' m hearing the report of a rifle on the other side of the valley. I never did find out who it was or what he was shooting at. I was too busy hiding behind a rock that wasn' t a lot bigger than me throwing rocks and yelling.
The second encounter happened while we were out of camp. We returned to camp and found a bullet hole through the tailgate of my cousins Jeep. No other damage, just a neat little hole.[X(]