After I'd been there a while a hunter and his girlfriend dropped by the campsite, dressed in camo and day-glo orange -- a combination I have yet to understand. The boy had a rifle, and he said he was hunting for grouse.
I told him about the litterbug I'd seen when he mentioned that he often stopped by this site to cut wood and clean up trash. Around when I said "the good people in the world outnumber the bad," he finally put his gun down, laying it against the shelter. They talked with me for a couple more minutes and then left, the girlfriend smiling at me.
It wasn't until later I realized I may have interrupted something a bit more serious than grouse hunting.
Day 120 ended: Fox Trap campsite.