This happened to a childhood friend of mine. We were riding our dirt bikes on trails off the edge of our neighborhood in Montauk L.I. and the main trail that we take form the road passed behind the yard of the house on the corner. This day there was piano wire across the trail between two trees. Peter was in front of the group and being the daredevil he was going pretty fast when he hit it.

The owner of said house was always belligerent towards us and called the police frequently because he hated the noise from our dirt bikes.  The police suspected him of putting up the wire but couldn't prove he did it.

Peter died instantly. Right in front of his little brother
Doug too. I was the last bike and the youngest of us so they stopped me from going up the trail to see what happened. It was pretty horrible.
It happened right here, off into the woods a bit. The trail seems grown over now and the yard of the house seems to have been expanded over the line of the old trail.
https://www.google.com/maps/@41.0669713,-71.9500434,3a,75y,303.07h,77.19t/dat...
If you go to satellite view you can still see some trails in the woods.

Well we made sure we rode past that house more frequently and revved our engines as loudly as we could while doing so. Several of the kids took the silencers off of their two strokes. The police didn't bother us about the noise anymore.

For my part I found all of the hunting trails in those woods and knowing this guy liked to hunt back there I started laying trip wires along those trails at shin height. Find two trees bracketing the trail. Put a nail in each on the side opposite the trail. Wind black wire around a nail, then around the trunk and then string it across the trail 2 or 3 times and around the trunk and the nail on the other side. Now drive the nails into the tree and you have a nice bass guitar note when you pluck it. The person walking into gets their shins cut up and falls on their face.
I found many of my tripwires shot up with shotgun pellets.
Usually the trail showed signs of the fall. Once there was blood.
It wasn't legal hunting land. Mostly poachers in there and the town had been trying to catch them anyways. I hope I got that guy once or twice though.

Back in the early 80's the town of Montauk had its own police department with a sum total of two officers and a chief. We knew them all really well from being chased all over town by them when it wasn't tourist season and these guys were not the sharpest tools in the shed. In fact pretty much everybody in town loathed these clowns. Mostly all they did was harass us locals and act like they owned the place. I'm sure they filed it away as an accident to avoid any paperwork and having to call in the State Police. The owner of that house apparently had an alibi and that was the end of any half-hearted investigation from these ticket writing wastes of space.
If Peter's dad ever confronted the guy I never heard about it.

Same thing happened to a kid on a mini bike in my neighborhood when I was 12 , I was hoping my parents didn't find out , thought for sure I was going to lose my mini bike ! He hit a cable across the road at a dead end heading into the fields where we would ride! His head kept going  some 200 feet down the hill around the corner wound up in the storm drain.
Gave dead end a new meaning ! It was ugly !

JOG , There is something seriously wrong with you , your warped , beyond help !! That's why I read everything you write outside of tall table !!!