Stopped a long time ago.
My Uncle and cousin and I went hunting at Ocala National Forest. Leaving camp and stopping at a restaurant in the early morning hours for a bite to eat. We sat at a table and at the table across from us three hunters were talking.
The one guy asked the others if they had done any good yesterday. One said that he saw noting. The other guy said he had a sound shot but could not find anything. None of use knew what a sound shot was.
My Uncle ( A EX-Game warden from Wisconsin ) was curious and asked the guy what is a sound shot.? The guy told him that's when you hear the deer but don't see him.
We finished our meal , paid the bill and left the restaurant. Went to camp , packed the gear and drove home. With armed idiots in the woods we did not want to become the victim of a sound shot or any other type of shot.
Here, in Michigan, we call those kind of hunters "Detroit hunters". A semi-automatic rifle in one hand, and a bottle in the other. Scourge of the woods. I was still in high school, hunting with my Dad. Two does walked across in front of me. Law then was bucks only. I was watching them when shots started coming in from the other side of the deer. One hit the tree a few feet over my head. The does ran, and shots were still coming in. I rolled behind the tree and levered off a high shot angled up and over anything, but in the direction of the shots. All I heard then, was brush crashing off into the distance.
Dad asked what in hell was I shooting at? I told him I was shooting way over the head of whoever put that little white spot in the tree over my head.