Once, on a moose hunt in Northern Quebec, there was a middle aged guy and his elderly father, in the cabin next to ours. The cabin was next to a lake and the surrounding ground was mostly all sand.
Every morning, the old guy would walk around looking for tracks. One evening, I made some tracks across the beach, using the butt pad on the end of the stock of my rifle.
The neighbors were all excited the next day, after seeing that a big moose had walked across the beach right between their cabin and ours. Had they looked real close at those imprints, they might have noticed the Ruger logo.