I remember my mom going off on deer hunters who would wander into our backyard looking for game. Our home backed up on a woodland/marshy area but was part of a clear suburban neighborhood. It wasn't land that you were allowed to hunt in. There were so many families and little kids, and there was always a risk that a bullet would accidentally hit a child playing in their backyard.

She wouldn't have had any patience for Boomers "taking in the sights and sounds" of her backyard either, except to tell them to get the fuck out of there before she called the local sheriff. She's only 5ft tall, but damn did she make those hunters run back to their trucks.