The last time my vehicle was broken into I was 21 or 22, living in Southern California, and driving a stunning ’55 T-bird. Someone broke into my classy little car to steal my 8-track and a couple of CCR tapes. Seeing as how I'm 71 now, it’s been awhile.
That said, my wife and I did a lot of backpacking in our younger years. At least once every summer we would spend 5 days to a week in the Idaho backcountry, sometimes 50 miles from where we left our vehicle at the trailhead. And while it never happened, I
did worry about arriving back at the trailhead only to find our vehicle without tires and wheels, and completely trashed.
Hunting is a different story. I never worry about someone breaking into the truck we leave beside the road while we’re up on the hill hunting. Of course the most expensive hunting equipment we have (other than our truck itself) is our rifles – which are on our shoulders while we’re away from the truck anyway.
We
do lock the truck doors, just like we lock the easily defeated doors on our camp trailer before we leave camp for the day. But we have never had a problem.
I could be wrong, but I tend to think that most of the people that are in the mountains during deer and elk seasons (hunters mostly) are, in general, a better class of people than the miscreants that occasionally hang out around trailheads in the mountains in the summertime. As a matter of fact, the 45 Colt revolver I always carried on my wife’s and my backpacking trips was more comforting at the trailheads than it
ever was when we were 30 or 40 miles into the Idaho backcountry – where there actually
are grizzlies and cougars and wolves, oh my!