So, most of the hunters have cleared out, there were no murdered animals hanging from our trees, and for the most part they really were a nice, very low-maintenance bunch. On the whole they weren't particularly talented with their toilet aim, so that was unfortunate, but might extrapolate to explain the lack of dead forest creatures thing, which overall I'd say was fortuitous.
One little side-story: this past weekend, I got a call from one of the hunter's wives. She asked that I get a note to her husband asking him to return the call. So, not knowing if he was here or not, I wrote up a little note with the message, and trotted over to his cottage to do her bidding. I saw his car and so decided to knock. I wish I'd just left the damned note. A woman in just a long shirt opened the steamy door to reveal the mulleted "husband," who was unfortunately shirtless (yick). I told him the message, he seemed uncomfortable, and said "Ok, but she (pointing to the woman) isn't here, right? I mean, what happens in the mountains stays in the mountains, right? (uncomfortable chuckle)"
Although I am no fan of adultery, and my proximity to the whole thing did creep me out, I honestly couldn't care less what people do in the rooms unless there's permanent damage. In fact, the extremely obvious situation frankly hadn't even dawned on me, that's how little I care. And I certainly recognize that it's not my place to be blowing anyone's cover. So, I said "sure! I didn't see anything!" and walked ever so quickly away feeling like I needed a shower. Of course I immediately gushed the story to the Cap'n, who said that he'd seen a redhead over there the day before, a completely different, yet also fairly unattractive, portly woman. I guess that's country hoars for you. What a pig. Shame it's not mulleted pig season. His wife might like to purchase a license for that sport.