While loading up the trailer to make a dump run, my dog started going nuts. Then I heard the chickens on the lower part of the property going nuts also. Thinking it might be another bear, I got my bow and my brother-in-law grabed our friends (smith & wesson). We got to the top of the first ridge and we could see a person trying to catch a hen. I went back to the barn for the 12 gauge and some rock salt loads. As he started out the gate the rock salt caught him, he dropped the sack he had with four chickens in it. All he had to yell was I won't do it again and please don't shoot anymore. I have a feeling he is telling the truth. For I said the same thing when I was caught in a watermelon field as a teen. To this day I won't eat watermelon. Had he came up and told me he was hungry, I would have given him the darn chickens along with some eggs. Probably a lot more than he could steal.