A response of mine extracted from a different thread but obviously applicable here:
A couple of decades ago, my brother and I were moose hunting south of Sudbury Ontario, when we bumped into two Americans, also hunting moose. While we chatted about the signs of game we'd seen, we asked them about some shots we had heard about one half hour previously. They acknowledged that they were the originators of that shooting as they were conducting 'Sound Shooting'. Curious, I asked what 'sound shooting' was and they related that they shot into the bush in the direction of a noise that they interpreted might have been a moose, even though they could not see past the outer perimiter of the trees. I was dumbfounded but recovered quickly enough to inquire where they would be hunting for the balance of the week, so we could avoid that area!
Another time, I was hunting deer on opening day in Manitoba, entering a field via a wooded depression and crawling across the open stubble to get closer to deer at the far end of the field. After shooting one deer from a prone position, I arose to cross the field when someone from the road some 200 meters away emptied their firearm into the field I was crossing at the remaining retreating deer. I dropped at the first shot and was completely astonished that I could bury my nose so far into the frozen dirt. After that episode, I NEVER hunted when other hunters were in the same area. I instead used to go up the Winnipeg River by boat to an area when a human footprint was never found, the buck/doe ratio was 50/50 and my hunt was usually over opening day.
What is the moral of these recountings? Possibly, that there are some real f***ing dumbasses out there in the bush and you better hope you don't run into them.