When I was living in Moose Jaw, truck hunters. Even though they were responsible for pushing out a few of the deer I got.
One guy that didn't "get it" says to me " I don't understand! Every time I see a deer. By the time I get out of the truck, they are gone!" He got pissy when I laughed at him.
True story. Hunting near Coderre, south of the Jaw. Heard a shot, then the sound of an engine revving to hell. See a camper van, doing about 40 miles an hour cross country after a doe, with some asshat standing on the drivers side running board, holding his rifle, while his buddy drove after the deer he just missed.
No s**t!
Was too far away to get the plate number. Too bad.
There were a lot of deer there, but they had been truck hunted so hard, that they would not come out of a patch of thistles if a truck drove by, let alone come out of the trees.
Guys driving down cutlines playing whumpa-whumpa
"music" with the subwoofer cranked up, comes in close to that, too.
Cheers
Trev