Yesterday, I went up to the national forest past Wilkeson to look for berry patches for the fall bear season. I found an old logging road that had deteriorated to a single track, so I parked and hiked a few miles down it. I ended up finding a few nice spots, but I don't think I'm going to hunt there because when I returned I discovered that some idiot had shot my windshield. It looks like someone stuck a handgun out the window of their truck as they were driving by.
People sometimes. I don't even understand.