My 18 year old son had a pile of them around his stand one evening during bow season.
He was spooked to get down, so he called me, at the shop, as I was working later than normal, and went home, got the truck, drove over to the farm, then down in where he was, on the 4-wheeler, with a 12 ga.
Figured they'd be long gone, by the time I rolled up, and they were.
He was glad to see the wheeler lights coming, and happier yet to see me toteing that 870.
He was visibly rattled, and proceded to give him a ride to where he parked the other wheeler, and we both made our way back to the truck/trailer.