Around here, we get the helmet wearin', window lickin, short bus ridin' sheetheads from NYC that come out and think they're Johnny Rambo - Deer slayer.
Never mind that they pick up a rifle/shotgun twice a year - at the beginning of the season and at the end to clean it - and think they're all that and a bag of chips.
MY family camp borders state land, and there's an adjacent hunt club from Long Island, some of whom I've had to chase off the land (VERY visibly posted - every 15 feet all the way around) after listening to their adamant assertions that the property is in fact theirs. Never mind it's been in my family for 4 generations, and darn near deer free anymore.
Where I used to see a herd of 15-20, I may see one or two all season. Such a shame.
Makes me very sad...such a beautiful place too.