Sounds good to me. You guys could have come doofus spotting with me today. It looked like deer hunting but, trust me - it was doofus spotting.
I heard one guy coming several minutes before I actually saw him walking hard, fast and loud (shotgun at port arms, of course) through my area. He finally saw me, turned a bit to stomp a little farther away from me and marched out of sight (but not out of hearing).
Other than double-lunging an old Miller can (Ace Hex Head for the win!) the day was a bust but still better than work.