One year right before the bow season opened in Arkansas, my son and I were driving around near some grown up clear cuts. These places were a heck of a mess, super thick with tons of saw briars and blackberries. But there were areas that were pretty mature pine with a few hardwoods thrown in here and there.
This one area was terrible for walking or anything on both sides of the road as the clear cuts were about ten years old. My son and I had been talking about how we had tried to walk around this area but it was just a bad mess. I knew that some people were setting up a camp not far from here, people from another state. Anyways, I stopped the truck as I stared at the mess before telling my son, "Do you remember this bunch trying to hunt where we were parked last year?" He nodded yes as we got out of the truck. "So, lets just help them out a little bit," I said as I walked up a big sapling just off the road.
So, taking my knife, I began scraping the front of the tree like a rub. Then I took a big screwdriver and used the shank to polish the wood up some. Then we proceeded to make a rub line into the mess. We were careful not to leave any human sign at each tree before we headed to the next spot. Heck, we did this at several places, making false rub lines into terrible areas to hunt. We even threw in a few false scrapes in a couple spots. I guess that you could say that they worked because we saw trucks parked close to them the first week. I was one to stop and cut down visible real rubs from the road so that no one else would find them.
Years later when I had cameras to record trails etc, I would set up a camera (dead one with an old card in it with pics of a bruiser) along the road where it was pointed to watch a rub line that we had just put in. I knew that the camera would be taken, there is always a thief coming by everywhere. The honest people would just shake their heads at what some stupid person would do, leaving a game camera where it could be stolen. At any rate, the camera would be gone and sure enough, someone would be hunting the spot.
While some would say that I was being a jerk, all I can say is that they just never had things stolen in the woods before. Heck, I knew of a hunter that had set up a camp site with everything around it. He went hunting one morning early and came back for lunch and the place was clean, everything taken. Me, I learned to hide my trail entrances, hide my stands as well as my stick ladders. Had to or else the stand would be gone (they cut the chains) or someone sitting in them hunting. One guy left a lot of his garbage in my stand and down on the ground below it. There are a lot of really good honest people out there but there are also a lot of jerks that ruin it for the rest of us.
A friend got back to his truck to head home and found the driver's side window broken and the radio gone plus other stuff. As mad as he was about the stuff, he was more mad about the window, the door wasn't even locked.