Your posts reminded me of something that happened 40+ years ago on our family 
farm in Central California... during dove hunting season.
We did not allow hunters on our property, but when dying doves fell in our 
fields and pastures after being shot nearby, hunters would climb over our 
fences to retrieve the bloody bodies.  One afternoon the shotgun pellets were 
raining down on our roof and through the branches of our oak trees and we were 
afraid to go outside so Mom called the county sheriff.  When he arrived to talk 
to them about unsafe shooting... Mom noticed his hand was idiot 
dove hunter had actually shot the deputy in the hand!!!  Go figure!
When I drove my 25 miles to work, each morning I felt like a cardboard duck in 
a fair shooting gallery... groups of "hunters" parked on their backsides 
sitting on coolers of beer with umbrellas erected overhead would wait on both 
sides of the road for flocks to fly over.  I managed to get to work unscathed 
for 5 years, but was never certain I would survive the Sept - Nov. annual 
killing season.  Our hunting neighbor across the road went out with a few 
friends and came back with only one eye... not a single "friend" would admit he 
fired the blinding shot.  Nice, huh?
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