I hunt with bow, muzzleloader and cartridge weapons in the National Forest. I can count the times I have hunted private land on one hand, and still hold a soda can in it.
Hunting is not without risk, but it is hundreds of times safer than stepping into a bathtub, or my neighborhood.
There is a small WMA that I will not use during the weekend in gun season, but is relatively uncluttered during weekdays. Blaze orange of a specified number of square inches is required during the gun season. My dissatisfaction with gun season is not fear for my well-being, but the numbers of hunters cluttering the woods. I am looking for solitary communion with the real world, not a day spent avoiding the mass of humanity that I am trying to escape.
The question posed here sounds much in the same vein as those I get from spandexed hikers, and reflect the attitudes I learned as a college-age horse owner regarding hunters. Let me say that, putting it mildly, hunters were not credited with much common sense and fewer ethics. I hated them.
Stuff happens, because God made idiots, too. And not just in gun season. I will never forget the pics I saw of an arrow sticking out of the head of a man who stood up at the wrong time (he survived), nor the story of the father/son team, one of which arrowed the other from a tree stand in the predawn gloaming (he didn't survive).
People have been shot with guns in bow-only areas, too, right, Guru? These incidents are the exception, not the rule, and so I act accordingly. I pick my days, avoid the masses, and do not gobble like a turkey. Turkey season, by the way, is the most likely season in which to be injured.
I hated hunters, it is true. And I reinvented a hunter in the best image I could, and try to live up to that ideal every time I pick up a bow, or don my hunting clothes. There is a difference between a callous slob and a hunter, so never confuse the two and never honor a slob with the title of hunter. Have a blessed season.
Killdeer