That is exactly why I stopped turkey hunting in 1987. Had an older gentlemen cross our fence from state ground. I called in a bird between the two of us. I didn't know the other guy was there until he shot. He killed the turkey but I was right in the line of site. Pellets hit all around me. After a major Come To Jesus meeting with the trespasser, I headed back to the cabin and swore off spring turkey season. Became a dedicated spring time crappie hunter instead. I get my turkeys at grocery store now already cleaned and frozen. Have yet to be mistaken for a crappie.