I should tell a positive 'this happened to me story'. As BR said, there are a lot of good folks around, we just don't like getting stepped on by the unethical ones. I was making my usual early arrival at another hunting spot that I don't normally go to since we had been froze out of our normal spot. I got there just in time to be driving behind a local. I'm hunting in a different county from where I live and recognized the guy's license plate to be a local. I'm sure he was doing a little talking to himself as he saw my headlights on the backroad behind him. When we got out of our cars, I went over to him and introduced myself. He was an older gentleman and we exhanged small talk for a bit. I asked him where he wanted to go and told him since he was first to the spot, we would just head in a different direction. He seemed pleasantly surprized and we talked a lot more about hunting the area. As it turned out our day ended up being a bust, but I got to spend some time walking around the river area, scouting it out for next time, teaching my boy about the animal sign we came across, teaching him woodsman skills. It was a valuable day for father and son, not to mention the example I had set for him in dealing with someone who had beaten us to the spot. In our travels that day looking around the river, we heard the old man shoot a few times, so we knew he had at least seen some birds. As we walked down a small channel my son saw a dead mallard laying sprawled out on the bank. I investigated it and to my surprize it was still bleeding and no rigor set in, fresh dead, aparently heart or lung shot. I didn't want to see it go to waste, so we took it with us. When we got to the parking area, we left a note on the old man's truck and told him of what we found along with my phone number. He called me later that afternoon and he had indeed shot a mallard drake that had flown off in the direction that we had found this one. He was happy to know it had been recovered, but probably happier about the respect we had shown him. A lesson learned for both my son and myself. Respect, it goes a long way.