It was late 1970's in Waupaca County Wisconsin. I was standing on my front porch the evening before gun season opened and I saw a car with Illinois plates come down my driveway past the house and drive on down to the river. I ambled down there to ask them what they were up to. Before I even opened my mouth to ask them what they were doing, one of them shouted "You don't own the damn deer you know" I agreed with him that I don't own the deer but I do own the land that your car is parked on and I'd like you to leave. They flustered for awhile and then left mumbling about "selfish bastards" ,etc. I'm thinkin' at this time, if they had the courtesy to stop at the house and ask permission to hunt, I might have let them. I never saw them again, but I made up my mind to find out where they lived. I was wondering how they'd like to wake up in the morning, look out the window, and see me and my family having a picnic in their backyard. Or maybe swimming in their pool if they had one. Then I could yell, "You don't own the damn water you know". Of course I never followed up on where they live or went there, but it made me feel better.