Larry from Bend
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Maybe you "had to be there" but I'll try to tell this story as best I can. Labor Day weekend my wife and I are tent camping on a small river (South Fork of the Judith) in Central MT. We're alone in a tiny, semi-developed campground along a gravel road. It's 6:30 PM and nearly dusk in the canyon. I'm sitting by the fire and my wife is making coffee behind me at the stove. A pickup, coming too fast, pulls off the road and up to our site and slams on the brakes. 2 guys get out without a word, driver is 40 and unshaven, scruffy. Passenger is 30, a big man and cleaner cut. Passenger immediately heads for where my wife is cooking. I stand up and say "Can I help you?". He stops. Driver, never looking at me says "we need help". Driver tells a long story about how they are supposed to help move cattle, were drinking while getting directions to the "pasture" and are lost. He asks me where the "pastures" are. He never looks me in the eye once this whole time. When I try to answer he talks over me and becomes increasingly irritated, as if I have info but won't help. He still won't look at me -- looks down at the ground. He is working himself up to do something. The passenger IS looking at me but not menacingly - I'd call him very uncomfortable. In fact, as the driver gets more agitated, the passenger backs away from both of us, as if he wants nothing to do with what is about to happen. Now he's 15 feet away and the driver about 10. I'm calm, polite and try to tell the driver what little I know about the area. Finally, the driver looks at me for the first time. It's a "sizing-me-up" look if I've ever seen one. I smile at him. Whether it's because I'm bigger than he first thought, or more confident than he hoped, or because I've had my left hand in my front pants pocket the whole time; I can see him changing his mind. Without another word he gets back in the truck. The passenger flashes me a look I interpreted as apologetic and gets in too. They leave. The whole episode takes maybe 10 minutes.
I don't want to scare my wife. She looks shaken. I laugh the whole thing off. She tells me all she could think of was "where was the gun?" I laugh and tell her that "one of the guns" was in my front pants pocket. I'm her hero. I don't sleep well that night. It's the next day before I let myself think the whole thing through and confront the realization that our well-being, maybe our lives, were in danger.
Here's my opinion. Those two were looking for trouble. I think he saw "an old duffer" sitting by a camp fire with no other campers in the area and decided to start something. I think that although I AM an old duffer (63) I appeared confident, unwilling to take his bait and not afraid of him. It was MUCH easier to act in this fashion because I was ready to defend my wife and myself if necessary. I'm not saying it might not have ended badly. They could have been armed, also. I AM saying that having that S&W, a model 38 I've carried off and on for many years, in my pocket allowed me to deal with the situation in a calm, reasoned way that got the right result.
Anyway, I'm posting this just to remind all of you that life can turn on a dime. Fortune favors the prepared.
I don't want to scare my wife. She looks shaken. I laugh the whole thing off. She tells me all she could think of was "where was the gun?" I laugh and tell her that "one of the guns" was in my front pants pocket. I'm her hero. I don't sleep well that night. It's the next day before I let myself think the whole thing through and confront the realization that our well-being, maybe our lives, were in danger.
Here's my opinion. Those two were looking for trouble. I think he saw "an old duffer" sitting by a camp fire with no other campers in the area and decided to start something. I think that although I AM an old duffer (63) I appeared confident, unwilling to take his bait and not afraid of him. It was MUCH easier to act in this fashion because I was ready to defend my wife and myself if necessary. I'm not saying it might not have ended badly. They could have been armed, also. I AM saying that having that S&W, a model 38 I've carried off and on for many years, in my pocket allowed me to deal with the situation in a calm, reasoned way that got the right result.
Anyway, I'm posting this just to remind all of you that life can turn on a dime. Fortune favors the prepared.