Back in about 1979 or 80 I was fairly young and energetic (compared to today). Anyway, I was heating my home with firewood and cutting an enormous amount of cottonwood trees. I went out one day to cut another load of firewood, not even aware that it was deer season. I had permission to cut fallen trees down by the river and was happily going about my business, when I saw something big fall out of a very nearby tree. I had my earplugs in as I was cutting up a tree. It was a man with a compound bow. He looked very angry, made a statement something like "I could have put an arrow right through you" and walked off in a very angry fashion. I was (wisely, I think) speechless.