Nothing but footprints?

  One of my biggest pet peeves with shooting culture is the crap that gets left behind at shooting sites. For some reason, jerkoffs think that they can haul a bunch of garbage out into the woods, blast at it all afternoon, then casually stroll away without picking up after themselves. This is squarely against what my father and the Boy Scouts taught me - Pack it in, Pack it out. Take only Pictures, Leave only Footprints... Isn't that what we, as the supposed Stewards of the Wilderness are supposed to be doing? What the hell possesses someone to bring a 1960's era console TV out into the woods, blow it to hell, and leave it out there? Are the magical forest sanitation gnomes supposed to sweep it up when you aren't looking?

  When my posse of friends go out in the woods to make sudden loud noises, we have a rule. You pick up all YOUR material, including targets and spent cartridges, but you *ALSO* pick up a reasonable amount of left-behind trash. Usually, this amounts to a garbage bag per vehicle, which is a tolerable amount.

  For some reason, the waste that really sets me off is all the spent brass that's left around. What the fuck, guys? I've kept all of the brass we've picked up in the last three outdoor adventures we've had and last night, I brought it out to look at, sort, and be vocally pissed about while doing so.