In 1967 I was hunting jackrabbits with my deer rifle (great practice! If you can hit jacks, deer are easy!) walking just be low a ridge when a fellow with a .22 began peppering the ground a few feet in front and behind me. Yes, this was his idea of deliberate fun. I had my rifle slung on the off side to the shooter, so perhaps he was unaware that I was armed. I unlimbered my .30-06 and put a round between his feet which convinced him to flee the jurisdiction.
I was 16 at the time and glad of the non-lethal resolution, but have since come to consider myself lucky to have survived some poor tactics: he was, after all, a much easier shot than a running jack. As was I.
(Ah, don?t you miss the days when 16 year olds could walk into gun shops and buy guns or wander the public lands with them, unmolested? *sigh* (Sorry, Lawdog, that *sigh* is just too good not to steal!))