14. They do nothing but sit quietly and stare at us. Then a dozen vehicles come over the ridge in a line.
“Out in the boonies about to do some shooting in the woods. Truck comes over the ridge on a one lane logging road. Seeing the oncoming vehicle we pull over as far as possible to allow them to pass. They do not pass. They pull up as close to my vehicle as possible. I mean inches if that, kept our rigs from touching. Two country ass dudes in ragged clothes drinking beer with rifles across their laps. The back of the truck is full of lumber (this was a logging area.)
We say hello, silence. Ask if they are shooting, silence. They do nothing but sit quietly and stare at us. Then a dozen vehicles come over the ridge in a line. These vehicles are packed with lumber, minivans with the bucket seats full. A Honda civic with the back seat, shotgun and trunk teeming with lumber. All of which is being illegally stolen from the lumber company that felled the trees but hasn’t transported them. Literally felonious amounts of lumber being stolen and we are the only witnesses, out of cell range in the middle of nowhere. My buddy has his handgun drawn and low. Mine is pressed to my car door pointed right at these guys. We sit in complete silence till the final car passes. They drive off without a word.
I got a membership to a range the next week. Fuck country ass places.”