My uncle had a lease on land in lumber country at the tip of Maine sixty miles from the nearest paved road on which he built a hunting and fishing cabin. One day he and I learned that certain lumbermen up there don't like the idea of "civilians" using their roads, which we were legally entitled to do. Early in the day on our way to a lake to fish, we drove through their work area without incident or conflict; however, on the way back at the end of the day we came upon a huge pile of logs they had placed across the road miles from the cabin in an attempt to keep us from making it back. Fortunately, after several hours of work in the dark we were able to clear enough space to get through. Bastids!
Yeah, I was always extra careful to stay out of their way. Unused roads if possible. A log truck can get up a real head of speed on the darnedest rods. If a road was unused, they put up a small berm in AZ and NM anyhow.