It would have been more scary if I hadn't been so mad.
Along about 1981-2, I invited a friend to my place to hunt deer. I had him a nice stand that he'd used in bow season and was hunting it again during the rifle season. It had been a wet fall and I still had several acres of soybeans unharvested so we were stand hunting those.
About 1/2 hour after first light a vehicle pulled into my field and drove right through the standing crop to stop right in front of my friend's stand. Guy gets out and goes hiking across the field never noticing the big orange blob 100' away. I got down from my stand, walked the 1/2 mile to see what's going on, and my friend related the situation. I was pretty PO'ed due to the damage to the field so I popped the hood and pulled the rotor from the vehicle. Then I sent my friend to another stand over the hill.
A couple of hours later, the guy returns to his vehicle, walks around it, and then follows my tracks back to my stand. He's hopping mad cause I "trashed his new pickup" and making some serious threats. My rifle was standing next to the side of my stand and my hands were crossed in my lap so the guy thinks he's got me cornered. I tossed the rotor to him and told him to get out of my field ASAP.
He was getting more stirred up and finally he popped. He'd been holding his Marlin 30-30 in his left hand and then he swung it across and grabbed it with his right hand in the lever ready to use it. My stand was maybe 8' high so I was a little above him and I just uncrossed my hands from my lap and let him see the muzzle of the 357 mag I'd been holding there all the time.
We had a slow motion moment and then he got real red faced and took off in a trot. I slid over enough to get a 3' thick cottonwood trunk between us and watched him until he was past my gate.
That boy nearly lost his life over a foolish trespass stunt and then failing to take his butt chewing like a man.
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