You see you picture "rural" as a lone farmhouse in the middle of no where with a creaking windmill.
However on planet reality rather then in a stupid movie, the "lone farmhouse" is actually a group of five or six houses.
And the road leading to that area will have twenty or thirty houses along the way.
And every single one of those houses will be watching. And they will be talking to each other.
And by the time the Truck of Illegals gets half way there, they are going to be stopped. And asked what their business is.
And when they are stopped there will be at least four rifles trained on them that they can see.
And they are, if they are smart, going to quietly turn around and go back to your apartment.
"Picture" my a$$. I live in a mixed woodland.
And the road leading to that area will have twenty or thirty houses along the way.
No, five houses in two miles.
And by the time the Truck of Illegals gets half way there, they are going to be stopped. And asked what their business is.
Oh please, the driveways are so long and the woods so thick they wouldn't see or hear them. Three have locked gates. Others (such as ours) don't.
And they are, if they are smart, going to quietly turn around and go back to your apartment.
You are completely out to lunch.