The weekend warrior pulls in behind your truck on Saturday morning at 7:15 as your working a bird you roosted the night before. It's 7:15 because he forgot to buy tags, a funky chicken and a squelling hen call last night and had to stop at WalMart. You are sitting by the logging road as still as possible. He slams his door and procedes to tromp down the logging road. You say something and he gets all bent out of shape because it's public land and he has a right to be there also. He continues on up the path and spooks your bird and the other birds in the surrounding counties. He loads his shotgun that he didn't have time to pattern. It's ok though because the factory red dot was boresighted at the factory. He manages to call a lonely 2 year old to his position when he promptly unloads 5 shells at 65 yards in the toms general direction wounding the bird. He comes back next year to repeat the same process. (These are all things you shouldn't do) These guys don't always come out on the weekends but the probability of running into them is always greater on the weekend when the hunting is busiest.
