Admittedly, . . . the jerks were not shooting "at" us, . . . but the rounds did the little "whrrrrrrrrrrrr" thing right above our heads.
We were building the house I live in right now, . . . four Asians (local university brats we surmised) were in an SUV about 600 feet from us in the wildlife area.
One of them had a handgun, sounded like a .38, they were shooting at the "No Vehicles Beyond This Point" sign. After the rounds buzzed over us, . . . my buddy and I loaded up into my pickup and headed over where they were to put a stop to it.
My assumption is that they were exchange students, . . . probably got the gun under the table somewhere, . . . three of the four gave me the old "no speaka Inglees" jargon.
I put on my best gunnery sergeant's impersonator voice, . . . chewed the stuffing out of them for about five minutes, . . . gave them 30 seconds to clear the area, . . . never saw them again.
After we got back to the house, . . . it dawned on me that if they were bg's, we would have been in trouble, . . .
May God bless,
Dwight