I would not think this would happen in another 100 years. I was only steamed it happened to me. Some drunk over in Missouri, Shooting at the moving Blaze Orange vests and hats, with his .223 high capacity magazine rifle. The bullets were breaking small tree branches in the tops of the trees we were coming out of into a blow down area that was impassable. We had to walk on the shore of the River to get around the area. We were driving deer below the levees that afternoon. We hear the zip of the bullets breaking off small twigs that dropped down on our head, until we finally heard the sound of the gunfire coming over the river. We almost could not believe that someone was actually shooting at us. But when the first kid trotted out and crossed the open blow down area, the firing increased, and slowly left the trees above us, and started hitting trees in the blow down area. He was tracking the runner.
I had a bad knee that was swollen up like a casaba mellon, so I waited while the other drivers crossed, running ahead of me, in hopes that the guy would run out of ammo, or at least empty his magazine, so I could hobble across. As each kid ran the bullets began striking lower in the tree, and got closer to the kids as they ran. The guy was getting the range.
So, I fired three slugs, the barrel at 45 degrees, toward the spot where i was sure the shooter was firing. I picked up my empties, reloaded the gun, and stepped out of the tree I was hiding behind. I truly expected to be shot as I limped across the space. No shots were forth coming, but the hairs on the back of my neck kept getting more stiff with each step. I found the other hunters hiding behind trees, and behind mounds of mud and tree trunks of deadfalls. I just open my mouth to cuss them out for not giving me covering fire when one of the kids pointed to Missouri, and said, "Look ". I turned around to see a single male in blue jeans, a plaid shirt, running to beat the band silhouetted against the Missouri skyline, above a railroad track embankment. He did not have a gun in his hands. At first I was surprised to be able to see a man at that distance, but the river was fairly calm, and visibility was excellent with the sun full in the SW and about 3 hours before sundown. Surviving any kind of shooting is a big win, and surviving any gunfight, even when no one gets hurt, is definitely okay.
BTW. 1/2 mile is 880 yards, if you remember your high school track days, so I can stand it if we overestimated the distance by 80 yards at that distance. Maybe the slugs also only go 800 yds, rather than 880 yds. All I know is that the guy I fired back on didn't like it one bit, and he ran away.
Works for me.
Missouri is otherwise a friendly state. And so is S. Illinois. I would not hesitate to hunt Monroe County, Illinois again. They grow some fine venison in those bluffs.