Recently, most such interactions have been at trailheads with questions like “are you actually hunting in here?” With the implication being “I’m nervous to be hiking in the same place you are hunting” in which case I tend to take some time and explain some things conceptually, usually resulting in them being much more at ease and thinking about hunting very differently than they have previously considered.
Ugh... recently had an encounter sorta like this. Have a spot I like to sit on for rabbits. It's near to a trailhead. I was much further back inside the forest earlier that day and had hiked in to a deer spot to check cams. So thought was hit up this spot in setting sun and see what could be got in terms of rabbits so could get some action that day.
While I'm driving up on the access road... I peek thru to the place I'm talking about.. and WTF?? I see what looks to be a photo session going on? What in the Actual F**k?? Younger couple, maybe late 20's? With 2 toddler kids. I'm all like... do they NOT know that Rattlers routinely go thru there??
So I figure "Meh, she's probably trying to get those last couple of pics at "magic hour" (just after sundown). So I figure I'll take my sit, be quiet, and wait for them to leave.
So whatever... by this point, I'm crabby and I'm pissed they are here, but... I figured I'll do a power play.I hike over to very nearby where their two autos are parked. I drop my pack. I pull out my little Tripod stool, shooting sticks, and my lil .17 HMR and throw on my Leafy suit and then just sit and quietly wait.
Where I'm facing is obviously very much in the other direction of where they are currently at. And like I said. Not interacting with them. Just trying to sit and be patient and hope that they leave soon and see what I can do in those last 30 minutes.
So I'm just listening.. and for sure these two toddler kids are as checked-out and pissy about being there anymore as you can get. So I'm over here wondering what in the hell are you waiting for, JUST GO ALREADY!! You'rekids are obviously fit to be tied and grumpy and all that.
Anyhoo... once they decide to call it... the snootie little young photographer chic decides she's gonna say some sh*t to me.
I relished being able to be supremely calm in interacting with her! It was glorious!
her - "Are you... Hunting?"
me - "Yes. Well. I will be. Once you all finally leave."
Then the bitch tries to get all pseudo authoritarian on me!
her - "I don't believe you can hunt here. This is a reserve!"
me - "Actually this is Public Land. The moment you crossed inside that big steel gate you passed thru to get in here, you entered into a National Forest, and you can actually hunt anywhere you want on either side of the road."
her - "This is a nature reserve."
me - "The <name of reserve> is over that hill over there, this.. is National Forest. Public Land"
her - "I've been going here for like the last ?? years. I'm pretty sure you can't hunt in here."
me - "Well, that you may elect to *believe* something, unfortunately doesn't make it true though. I can assure you that I am well within my rights to hunt here."
her - "I'm going to call the Sheriff about this."
me - "By all means! Please do so! I whole-heartedly encourage you to do so! ... as I know full-well I'm 100% legit and within my rights to be hunting here."
Then... as she's leaving and her cars turns roundabout... I do hand-signs to suggest...
"You... Call... Thumbs Up!!!"
I shortened the back-and-forth of story a lil bit. But not much.