Well, it's "yokels" and I have much better pet names for my camp neighbors, than that. Most of which can't be posted here. Nor how they refer to me.
I get along well with most of them, probably because I have kin in the area and have been around there since I was a little twerp.
A cousin that lives across the valley, looks after my place as far as cutting the grass, cutting firewood and keeping an eye on things. Other neighbors are vigilant as well.
Some of the neighbors are new. Like the ones down the road that just moved there a few years ago from downstate. Fine folks and already "adopted" by the residents. Next closest neighbors in the other direction, are locals that I've know for many years, also great people.
Ya want a good neighbor, then be one yourself. Pretty much how it works where my camp is. I've borrowed stuff from my neighbors for years and vice versa. I once offended a farmer because I stuffed a $20 bill in the valve handle of a gas cylinder, when I borrowed his torch to install my well pump at camp and put the burning outfit back in his shop with money attached to it.
A bud of mine that owns a camp south of Galeton, was cheerfully refered to over there by the locals, as their pet flatlander. They've all hunted bear/deer together for at least 30 years. He's helped them, they've helped him for many years, so all is well.
Even the crankiest neighbor I have, is fairly agreeable (for him), since I've helped him and his clan a few times. Towed his grandson's Polaris Ranger home two years ago when the drive belt broke about two miles from their farm.
Last fall I stopped to help ol' cranky hisself, when he was struggling with the tarps on his round bale pile. Now and then he even waves when we pass.