After being shot at several times over my years of hunting, I found a sure cure for these knuckle heads:
SHOOT BACK!
I know that is a novel idea in this age of political correctness, but if you don't have the right to shoot back at someone shooting at you, when you are dressed head to toe in blaze orange, WHO DOES?????
I once was the victim of some clown in Missouri firing at a group of hunters on the Illinois side of the Missippi River, a distance of about half a mile( 800-900 yds). We were all in Blaze orange, as required by Illinois law. He began shooting when we walked along the river edge to get past a 50 yd wide blow down area, that was otherwise impassible. He was using a Semi-auto .223 caliber rifle, and the bullets went high at first, taking out twigs from the trees over our heads. YOu near the tick-tick-tick in the tree, before you hear the distant sound of gunfire, so at first you are confused as to what is happening.
As men crossed the open area he began firing at them, and we could hear the bullets going over and behind our friends. Not being able to see him, or his gun, we were hoping he would get bored, and stop.
Plan A didn't work.
He kept firing, and the bullets kept getting lower in the tree, and closer to the now(Plan B) jogging and eventually running(Plan C) hunters as they crossed the gap. My knee had swollen up to the size of a small casaba melon, and the best I could do was a bad immitation of Marshall Dillon's Deputy, Chester Goode. By the time the guy in front of me ran the gauntlet, the bullets were hitting only 4-6 feet over my head, and he was within 6 feet of the kid as he ran across the gap.
I got mad.
( Plan D)I had a good audio focus on where on the Missouri shoreline the shots were coming from, so I fired off three shotgun slugs with the barrel elevated at a rough 45 Degree angle to the horizon. I picked up my empties, and reloaded my gun. Then I limped out behind the tree and headed across the gap. I made it, obviously, but not another shot was fired.
When I reached the woods where my friends were hiding, I was about to cuss them out for not giving me covering fire, when one of the kids yelled, " LOOK!"
I turned and looked across the river, and I could see a man running North through a gap on the skyline, where a railroad line ran, his arms pumping , but no gun being carried in his hands.
Lesson learned. :hmm: :hatsoff:
( Bad guys, drunks, crazies, etc. are cowards. They don't like being shot at either!)