At different times I had homes in relatively remote, lightly populated natural areas, and discovered that a-holes would come in hordes from miles around to play there, whether a legal recreation site existed or not. My property was trespassed by everything from horses who had to crap every 50 feet, dogs who flurried around those horses making detours to chase my cats, emptying their motor home toilet tanks in the ditch beside my front gate, sharing their activities with me via loudspeakers, cutting fences and smashing barriers so they could whiz around wherever and whnever on skidoos and other motorized RV’s, grinding giant holes in my driveway with their truck tires because they were too drunk or too stupid to keep it between the ditches, and force me to have to turn up my TV or my music inside my house with the windows shut because the racket they were making several hundred feet away drowned out my listening pleasure. I even had night-jackers — jerks in trucks shooting at animals in their headlights with no care for the damage or where their bullets went. All these morons were merciless in their brainless abuse, scattering gravel piles I laboriously created to have handy for filling potholes, and leaving trash at my gate — everything from rotting vegetation they cleaned out of their RV’s while partying in the wide area I made so it was easy for them to turn around and leave, to beer cans, liquor bottles, condoms, panties, fast food containers, toilet paper and much worse. At first I would ask them nicely to refrain, and invariably got cursed out. I took it up with politicians, fruitlessly. There was even an official group of angry landowners formed to protest the depradations of recreational BS, fruitlessly. In the end it was self-defense. I left small piles of pepper on the paths they made to bring horses and dogs across the shortcut that was my fenced yard. In another place, I ended up dragging snarls of barbed wire studded with bent nails down to the gate. I had the biggest, ugliest 4x4 around, and sometimes I’d make a lunch and go park on the driveway and listen to music. Nothing seemed to slow the torrent, but it was gratifying to know I inconvenienced a few of them.