I live back in the woods; my lane is a quarter of a mile long. There is a mailbox and paper box by the end of the lane at the road. Yet I have had people drive back here, and when I confront them, it's "I just wanted to see what was back here." Okay, folks, tell me where you live so that I can go and inspect your residence!
Once when my DH was still living, a carload of teenagers kept driving around (the drive circles the house). The next time that he heard them coming, he stood out front with shotgun in hand so that they could see him, and fired into the air as they passed. They didn't come back.