I was hunting coyotes out in the Arizona desert with my girlfriend (now my wife), when 3 of our finer Southern neighbors, probably here to collect their foodstamps and unemployment checks, decided that some white wampum might be just the thing to round out their day. Followed me around for miles, matched every turn I made, stayed about 500 yards behind me thinking I'm not noticing them in the dustcloud. Well I was, and I was leading them into an ambush. I hunt coyotes with a semi auto 243, dressed in camo clothes and a facemask, and that was what they found themselves staring at when they came around a bend. Did not say a thing to them, did not point the rifle at them, but my car was blocking the road at a point where they could not get around, and I think my body language was getting the message across. Came to a screeching halt, and a remarkably quick backup. Maybe they just wanted to bum a cigarette, but I have a rule. Out where there is no law, I am the law, and better safe than sorry. I have other hunting friends that tell similar stories, and noticed quite a few newspaper articles over the years of people murdered camping out in the desert. Nowadays I take my FAL along as well, it's a better car shredder than an AR15.