I went with my Dad back in high school (this was around 1980). We bought topo maps and scouted all summer. Then we went out early opening morning and climbed up in our trees, and as the sun came up it got scary fast.
There were freaks walking around in street clothes with all manner of inappropriate firearms, in pretty large numbers. Shots were going off every few minutes. When we climbed down and headed back to our car late morning, there must have been another knucklehead behind every third tree carrying a .22 or a .38 special or some inappropriate POS weapon. And of course, nobody saw a single freaking deer.
We eventually found some dude who shot a tiny 4 pointer way back from any trail, and he had no idea what to do with the carcass. Some other guy agreed to help him gut it for half the meat, and the first thing he did was cut the deer in half right behind the rib cage. In other words, like one of those 2-person horse costumes where one guy is the back half and the other is the front.
Not wanting to get killed by another "hunter", especially when the chances of seeing a decent deer were next to zero, we never tried hunting there again.