That's how my dad always did it too. I was raised in a log cabin also, deep in the woods and bordering on 1000 acres of public hunting land...Dad spent most of his hunting season running off trespassing hunters and the rest of the year running off people with 4-wheelers. He got quite the reputation for being "that mean man that liable to shoot you off your motorbike with his bow". As a result, very few guys dared to ask me out in high school and neighbors who knew his reputation didn't dare come back to the homestead. No phone, no electric, no running water, no tolerance for trespassing.
We still have his old guns and we still have no tolerance for tom-foolery and we're still living in one of the cabins he has built on that land, though on a much smaller portion...and we still have folks who want to trespass, even on our small place. This small piece of land is the black hole of stray dogs, from whence few ever return.

We still have his old guns and we still have no tolerance for tom-foolery and we're still living in one of the cabins he has built on that land, though on a much smaller portion...and we still have folks who want to trespass, even on our small place. This small piece of land is the black hole of stray dogs, from whence few ever return.