I was sitting on the ground, back against a tree, a bit of brush in front of me, WEARING BLAZE ORANGE COVERALLS AND CAP. I catch a glint. I focused my binocs and some azzhat is 600 yards across a clear cut, looking at me through his scope!
I dropped my binocs and raise my rifle. Put crossbars on azzhat. He doesn't move. I flip him the bird. He doesn't move. Making slow, deliberate gestures, I move safety to fire and put finger on trigger. Azzhat jumps up and runs.
2 hours later, getting dark, I return to my truck. GW is there. Azzhat is there, screaming, "that's him."
GW walks to me and asks about any incident where I may have threatened anyone?
I told him exactly and added, "that azzhat scopes me, again, I will shoot."
He said I was free to go. Returned to azzhat and him a dressing down that his grandkids will be shaking in their boots, years later.
I dropped my binocs and raise my rifle. Put crossbars on azzhat. He doesn't move. I flip him the bird. He doesn't move. Making slow, deliberate gestures, I move safety to fire and put finger on trigger. Azzhat jumps up and runs.
2 hours later, getting dark, I return to my truck. GW is there. Azzhat is there, screaming, "that's him."
GW walks to me and asks about any incident where I may have threatened anyone?
I told him exactly and added, "that azzhat scopes me, again, I will shoot."
He said I was free to go. Returned to azzhat and him a dressing down that his grandkids will be shaking in their boots, years later.