I had a hiker whip out her cell phone and frantically start dialing when she came around a corner in the Black Hills and saw me doing my "great hunter has slain the raging ponderosa pinecone and saved his clan from death" dance.
When she saw that I wasn't killing animals she said, "I don't think you are supposed to be shooting in here, this is the National Forest." I advised her that there is absolutely no prohibition against target shooting in the Black Hills National Forest, not even for guns. The prohibition is against shooting into live trees for target practice. I showed her how my arrows were "judo tips" and how they worked for target shooting. I had her look up at the hillside where I was shooting and explained how since there were no hiking trails it was certainly safe even if I miss my pinecone, the side of the mountain will probably stop the arrow. I explained how I was knowledgable about how far my arrow would travel and that I needed to scan the far horizon constantly to be aware of anyone ahead of me. She countered that she had walked up on me, so I explained how she came up behind me from around a corner, bow's don't shoot backwards.
She couldn't take her eyes off the osage, though. So I gave her a little lesson in dendrology (the study of trees) including the latin name, Maclura pomifera, and how it was the wood of choice for many tribes. I detailed the design of the bend thru the handle bow with sinew backing and how this was paleolithic fiberglass. She warmed up to the idea suddenly and explained how she had been "adopted" into a shamanic tribal circle. I asked if it was a recognized Native American Tribe. She said no, they were creating their own tribal belief system.
I screamed and ran.