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@472HemiGTX , Lock everything, and carry what you train with. Most people on the trail are there to enjoy it like us.
I carry a small arsenal with me because my family likes to shoot.
One trip I had a spooky experience. I always disperse camp at the end of untraveled FS roads. This spot was no different, except there was a nice turn around about 100 yards before our camp, and no place to easily turn around at our camp site. I had a tent set up back in the wood line, with my ATV trailer parked close by. I had my truck parked facing my tent next to the camp fire with the tailgate pointing towards the road we came in on.
After dark, I threw a couple of good sized logs onto the fire so I would have coals for coffee when we woke up. I woke a couple hours later and my spidey senses we’re going nuts. The logs were about 3/4 of the way burnt down and mostly smoldering with a couple flames licking the rocks from time to time.
Then I heard it.
The distinguishable sound of a rig bouncing down the road.
Our camp was only 1/4 mile from the main FS road, so at first I thought the rig was on it. But then I realized the engine sound was making a corner, and then I saw the headlights. The rig stopped about 200 yards from the turn out and they shut off the engine. Then they spotlighted our camp. I heard the doors open and people talking in the distance. So I grabbed my revolver and held it close as I watched the people at the rig.
After about 10 minutes they finally got back in the rig and started the engine and started down the trail towards our camp. They past the turn out and kept coming towards my camp. I had sliding side windows in my topper, so I opened the side furthest from them and crawled out of my truck to my tent where I grabbed my .22 pump action rifle. Then I crawled a crossed the road and sat on the edge of the tree line and waited.
A few minutes passed and they finally came. The rig was a dark colored Jeep XJ with some kind of roof rack on it. They pulled up into the middle of camp and the passenger got out of the XJ. I heard the passenger say something to the driver that wasn’t exactly friendly towards us. So, I stood up holding the rifle low.
”What’s up guys? Are you lost? Can I give you a hand?“ I asked the guy who got out of the XJ.
”There is only one, we can get him” I hear from inside the XJ.
”He has a rifle!” whispered the guy outside the Jeep.
I raised my rifle up so all could see it.
Just then I hear the distinct sound of my revolver cocking from inside the back of my truck.
”That would be my wife with my .357, you guys are a silhouette from the fire for her, and at this range she won’t miss. So boys, better start talking, or kick rocks out of here.” I stated.
The guy out of the rig jumped back in and they got out of camp pretty quick. They drove very fast down the trail back to the turnout where they stopped. Shutoff the lights and got out of the rig. All 5 of them. They started walking back towards camp at a quick pace.
I placed a shot just in front of their feet and told them and told them it was best if they got back in their car and leave.
that time they left.
Another time I was at a campground with my ATVS and a camp trailer. I was the only one there when a truck with a stock trailer (no animals in it though) pulled up kind of late. A guy walked up to me with a case of beer and started talking to me. He drank the whole case as we enjoyed my camp fire. He seamed awfully interested in my ATVS and my camp. Finally I made it clear it was time for me to head to bed. I let my shirt ride up to reveal my .45 as I entered my trailer.
he was gone by morning.