
Originally Posted by
Todd2
You got that right. Back in the summer of 05, me and some buddies were camping at Red River Gorge. There was about 6 or 7 of us and we were all in separate tents at a little spot by a creek. Sometime in the middle of the night we started hearing gun shots getting closer and closer. One by one our guys started waking up and talking through the tents. It just so happened that I was the only one packing.
The shots got closer and I could peek out and see 3 drunk skin heads shooting their guns down in the creek bed. It went on for about an hour and then they stumbled up through our camp. Now keep in mind, we had 6 or 7 tents, which means at least 6 or 7 people but these 3 drunks starting calling us out. I won't use the language here, but they were firing up in the air and was within 15 feet from my tent, and calling us every name in the book to come out. They had been firing all night with semi-automatics and all I had was a 32 Mag Revolver so I knew I didn't want to come out firing unless I heard one of my guys scream out or something. One came right beside my tent and I could see his shadow from his light. I pulled back the hammer and had my bead on him. I swear I think if he had fired one more shot I would have killed him. He backed off and made some drunk comment about him getting shot (if he only knew how close he was), and all three went on up the hill away from us firing their guns all the way up the hill. We were all pretty shook up and that's the closest I ever came to having to kill someone. I bet I didn't go back to sleep for 2 hours. Not sure what a jury would've said and I'm glad it ended the way it did. The next day we saw them again, probably 20 of them this time. Every single one of them was packing, we didn't have any problems.