I feel your pain. I lived 100 miles from New York City, in the foothills of the Catskills. Crazy people with firearms, who'd barely been out of the city, were loosed in the woods every deer season. We would stop hiking in the fall, it was simply too dangerous. Many of my friends who still hiked, or lived in the country would put blaze orange vests on their dogs so they wouldn't get shot. While I lived there, one guy tried to shoot a deer from his car. He was trying to shoot across a road way. He used his vinyl topped car as a gun rest, and managed to shoot his buddy who was sitting in the car. In Dutchess County, across the river from where I lived, there is a lot of serious horse farming. One year a blanketed $50,000 thoroughbred was shot in the pasture. Oops.