Oh the stories I could tell...
Latest favorite is the idiot who started out at evening on our hardest trail. This individual was encountered by a group of experienced hikers who stopped him, talked to him, and after much difficulty were able to convince him that he wasn't prepared for the trail, that it was too late, and that it was just not a good idea for him to go down it.
The guy was in his '70s, had no equipment, no water, nothing, and for the icing on the cake, he had an insulin pump. Yes sports fans, you read that right, an insulin pump.
You can lead a horse to water but can't make it drink. That's what our problem was. We had maps all over the place, we would talk to hikers and answer any and all questions and try to help them, but in the end they would frequently decide to do completely retarded *expletive deleted*it they had no business doing and wind up with us having to pull their asses out of the frying pan.
I *expletive deleted*ing HATE search and rescue work.