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<blockquote data-quote="dowmace" data-source="post: 1462446" data-attributes="member: 17572"><p>Hey guys first post for me I figure this would be a great thread to introduce myself. I'll warn you ahead of time this will probably sound made up and be hard to read as I am a terrible story teller <img src="/images/smilies/uhh.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":uhh:" title="Uhh :uhh:" data-shortname=":uhh:" /></p><p></p><p>When I had just turned 18 in '05 a city friend of mine said he wanted to go coyote hunting, cool with me I used to go at least once a week when I had the time. He sleeps over at my place and we get up at 3:30'ish in the morning so we can drive to the lease. The whole drive there I felt something just wasn't right with this trip I had made this drive hundreds of times and never felt so uncomfortable with my surroundings, at the time my dad and his buddies had a lease around pawnee I think it was 300 acres or so. I brought our two ruger 10/22's and my dads ruger mark3 with us I don't know why I brought the pistol but for some reason when I was in the gun safe something said you may need this. </p><p></p><p>Any way we get to the lease and as we are getting out of the truck i can just feel eyes on my back, we are at least half a mile off the road and had to go through two gates to get to the old camp site we had there was no way anyone was out there. I told my friend that if anything weird happened or I said to that he needed to high tale it to the truck. He seemed kind of offput by it but shrugged it off as me trying to scare him.</p><p></p><p>We started walking to the first stand and I heard something walking with us it sounded about 20-30 feet to my left I kept looking but it was still too early for me to see, i asked my friend if he heard the foot steps he said he did but assumed it was wildlife. Let me tell you I know human foot steps when I hear them and thats what this was. </p><p></p><p>We were probably 50 yards from our first calling spot when I heard a big gruff voice yell "WHO THE F*** ARE YOU?" I spin to my left to see a 5'6"ish 180lb guy come flying out of the woods onto the path we were walking, my friend was already gone he turned heels and hauled ass back to the truck and left me with this crazy. Id been to this lease hundreds of times and met the owner and knew anyone who should have been there, I did not know this fellow. </p><p></p><p>As I stumbled trying to back peddle my way away from this guy I tripped on something with this guy still coming towards me screaming like a banshee that I needed to "GET THE F***" out of there right now, when I hit the ground I remembered the ruger on my hip I drew on him and he still hadn't stopped coming towards me I warned "Stop or I will shoot" no response but a slow down to a steady walk I let three fly missing like a stupid kid would but it was enough to scare the man and he turned and was gone. I never saw any kind of sign after the sun came up of who he was or where he came from. I spoke to the sheriff in the area that day to report the incident and he told me they had found mobile meth labs in the area and I probably interrupted someones kitchen time.</p><p></p><p>Sorry I know that was a bear to read and was just a flat wall of text. Scariest thing that has ever happened to me and the only time I've ever had to draw a weapon on a human. I just wish I had brought a larger caliber with me!</p><p></p><p></p><p>Oh yea and when I made it back to the truck my friend was inside doors locked with the 10/22 shouldered attempted to scan with the rifle in the truck all i could do was tell him I had taken care of the problem. <img src="/images/smilies/rollinglaugh.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":rollingla" title="Rollinglaugh :rollingla" data-shortname=":rollingla" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="dowmace, post: 1462446, member: 17572"] Hey guys first post for me I figure this would be a great thread to introduce myself. I'll warn you ahead of time this will probably sound made up and be hard to read as I am a terrible story teller :uhh: When I had just turned 18 in '05 a city friend of mine said he wanted to go coyote hunting, cool with me I used to go at least once a week when I had the time. He sleeps over at my place and we get up at 3:30'ish in the morning so we can drive to the lease. The whole drive there I felt something just wasn't right with this trip I had made this drive hundreds of times and never felt so uncomfortable with my surroundings, at the time my dad and his buddies had a lease around pawnee I think it was 300 acres or so. I brought our two ruger 10/22's and my dads ruger mark3 with us I don't know why I brought the pistol but for some reason when I was in the gun safe something said you may need this. Any way we get to the lease and as we are getting out of the truck i can just feel eyes on my back, we are at least half a mile off the road and had to go through two gates to get to the old camp site we had there was no way anyone was out there. I told my friend that if anything weird happened or I said to that he needed to high tale it to the truck. He seemed kind of offput by it but shrugged it off as me trying to scare him. We started walking to the first stand and I heard something walking with us it sounded about 20-30 feet to my left I kept looking but it was still too early for me to see, i asked my friend if he heard the foot steps he said he did but assumed it was wildlife. Let me tell you I know human foot steps when I hear them and thats what this was. We were probably 50 yards from our first calling spot when I heard a big gruff voice yell "WHO THE F*** ARE YOU?" I spin to my left to see a 5'6"ish 180lb guy come flying out of the woods onto the path we were walking, my friend was already gone he turned heels and hauled ass back to the truck and left me with this crazy. Id been to this lease hundreds of times and met the owner and knew anyone who should have been there, I did not know this fellow. As I stumbled trying to back peddle my way away from this guy I tripped on something with this guy still coming towards me screaming like a banshee that I needed to "GET THE F***" out of there right now, when I hit the ground I remembered the ruger on my hip I drew on him and he still hadn't stopped coming towards me I warned "Stop or I will shoot" no response but a slow down to a steady walk I let three fly missing like a stupid kid would but it was enough to scare the man and he turned and was gone. I never saw any kind of sign after the sun came up of who he was or where he came from. I spoke to the sheriff in the area that day to report the incident and he told me they had found mobile meth labs in the area and I probably interrupted someones kitchen time. Sorry I know that was a bear to read and was just a flat wall of text. Scariest thing that has ever happened to me and the only time I've ever had to draw a weapon on a human. I just wish I had brought a larger caliber with me! Oh yea and when I made it back to the truck my friend was inside doors locked with the 10/22 shouldered attempted to scan with the rifle in the truck all i could do was tell him I had taken care of the problem. :rollingla [/QUOTE]
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