In my mid-20’s I rented a farm house out in the boonies. The closest neighbor was 1/2 mile away separated by cornfields. The only time the police ever came out was to break up a welcome home party for an army buddy. He showed up with lots of tank/artillery simulators and slap flares. The tank simulators were strong enough to blow up a newly planted tree in the front yard (which my roommate didn’t find it at all funny). It was pretty easy for the cops to figure out where all the noise was coming from with the slap flares going off every few minutes.