Well I once had a nice sit out for an evening buck. Saw 3/4 mile up the hill by the road a car stop/park. A guy got out, jumped the fence, jogged immediately with a backpack down the hill towards my ground where I was sitting. He continued to jog though the field of cows, literally jump the next fence into my ground. Bush whack his way through a 500m wide shelter belt, jump the next fence into the meadow I was overlooking. Run into the middle of the meadow, in front of me - immediately sit down, pull some sticks from his bag, and with a fire stick scraper thing, try to light a fire. I had enough, he was sitting where the old buck was supposed to be grazing, so I snug off back to car unseen with lots of head shaking and words in my head such as ‘f’ing bear grylls wannabe wan&er”.