Sunday. My son and I were back from our first hunting day in the forest. For the occasion my son was dressed with camo pants and t-shirt, a bright orange vest and cap. Plus, he thought it was a good idea to paint his face with the kit I had purchased for him at Bass Pro. I did not have any camo, just a light brown hunting vest. We live in a condo, so we park, enter the building and go to the elevators. I was carrying a range bag and a rifle bag. My son was carrying two rifle bags and a cooler. At the elevators we meet two ladies with two dogs. One of the dogs gets immediately scared and starts jumping left and right while the owner tells us that guns scared it. We understood, stepped back and said that we were going to take the next one. Few seconds later the other lady looks at us and asks "but did you go hunting???" When I reply "no, just target shooting" she looks very relieved, adds "much better!" and enters the elevator, but then she adds "what do you shoot, clays?" My son: "squirrels". The doors closed and the conversation ended.