I haven't encountered hunters as a golfer, but I did encounter hunters during a Marine Corps reserve artillery shoot down at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. This artillery battery had the old 8-inch howitzers (mid-1980s) which fired 200 pound high-explosive shells.
My forward observer team and I were 1,000 meters north of the artillery gun line, in part to make sure no one blundered into the impact area (where the shells land). It's kind of like a super-large golf practice range, except you're dropping in 200-pound shells rather than 7 iron shots.
Right before morning firing began, this pickup truck full of quail hunters rolls up and parks by the observer blockhouse. I come out and tell the men they need to leave, because they're in a restricted area because of the shoot. They probably had driven off-road to avoid the no-go checkpoint further up the road.
The hunter leader says they're not in the Army (neither were we!) and tells us to mind our own business. These guys drive off down the road, just as the guns are ready to fire. We clear the gunline to fire, and suddenly see the quail crew, on line, walking into the impact area! They had circled back and parked off to the side of the road in a low spot.
We get on the radio and call a check-fire, just as we hear two howitzers roar in the background. We watch as the shells drop in with major flash and bang about 800 meters in front of the hunters. The quail boys stop - two drop to the ground. Then they get up, sprint back to the truck, and take off.
The guys were well outside the bursting radius of the shells, but bad things could have happened if they had parked sooner and gotten deeper into the impact area.