I have seen my share of idiots in the woods. Probably more were non-resident than resident, but that is only a guess based on those I actually spoke with. One older "gentleman from Mass. who I met after I heard LOTS of shooting. I stood there while two deer ran by and then a third came through but peeled off in a different direction. I was buck hunting, and they were does as far as I could see. Well in a minute or so this guy that resembles a 275 lb pumpkin comes busting along. He's got his finger on the trigger and he's shaking and sweating. He asks me if I saw his deer. I said I saw some come by. I asked what he had shot at and did he hit one. He said he didn't know because after the first shot he was just shooting at tails. He said he had run in the direction they headed, but had now lost the "trail". I said that two went one way and another went over that way. I told him where the trail was. He looked at me like He had no clue how to follow a bloodtrail anyway. I helped him trail the one that headed off alone, and sure enough there was blood, but it was clearly a gut shot. We found the deer after a 100 yds or so, it was laying in a small wet area. He had to shoot twice from 50 yds to finish it off. He made one hell of a mess dressing it out, and then I had to tell him how to find the road. I told him he had be sure to wash it out quickly to minimize spoilage. He said he didn't plan on eating it so it didn't matter. I think he expected me to help him drag but I told him I had to get going. I asked if he was going to check to see if he had hit any of the others, and he said he didn't need to check because he had his deer. That was the worst encouter I ever had.

Another guy from Mass. I met was the exact opposite. I was dragging a deer out a logging road at dark and he gave me a hand. We talked on the way and I learned he owned a vehicle I always saw parked in the same spot. This guy hunted all day dark to dark and shot only mature bucks. He left his 4 wheeler in the truck and only used it for getting a deer out. He told me where his stand was (at least a mile in), and even said I could use it after he was tagged out. He was a real nice guy and a good hunter. Makes no difference where you are, you get all kinds.