that is a nightmare!! wow.
so how did it end? you tell the kid goodbuy, good luck, flip off dad and hike out?
I packed my stuff into my backpack (Thank God I had a huge Kifaru!) while the dad and kid argued...
Dang, and I thought my hunting partner was crazy! In all seriousness that's a wild story and im glad you and the kid made it out all good. Sounds like his hunting ethics (or lack thereof) were the least of your worries that week
...no drugs or alcohol on board that I could tell.
I packed my stuff into my backpack ...................................
I have checked on him about once a week, just to make sure he is coping ok. The dad has unfriended/blocked both the kid and I on all forms of comms, and hasn't said a word to either of us since the trip. I'm ok with that.
I packed my stuff into my backpack (Thank God I had a huge Kifaru!) while the dad and kid argued. The dad got aggressive with the kid, shoved him a few times, and I thought he was going to hit him. I pulled out the phone and filmed them, and told him to leave the kid alone. He came over and threatened me, got in my face, spitting and yelling. I was a bouncer for over a decade, so I used my calmest voice to tell him to back off, and asked him what I could do to calm him down. That apparently confused him, because I refused to get into a fist fight in the wilderness. The location made it a day for big boy rules.
I asked the kid if he was ok. He said he didn't feel safe staying. The dad told him that he didn't need him, he had a daughter. The kid asked if the dad was really wanting to burn a bridge with his son over such a stupid disagreement. The dad said F*CK OFF! and stormed into the tent. The kid, with his pack and gear confiscated by his dad, threw his hobo bindle over his shoulder and we started to walk out together.
We got about 150 yards from the tent, and heard a single pistol shot from within the tent. I told the kid to stay put, and went back, expecting to see his head splattered on the wall of the tent. The kid, in a strange, calm voice of acceptance said, "if he did it, hit the SOS on your inReach." I walked to within about 50 yards and was able to see the dad sitting up on his cot, apparently uninjured. He shouted "I thought you guys didn't care!" at me. I didn't say a word, just walked quickly to the kid, and we started down the trail.
I used my inReach to contact the dad's girlfriend (commonlaw wife) and let her know he had lost his marbles. The kid pulled me out of the meadow and behind a boulder while I was sending the message. He said "Dad still has that 7mag in camp. I feel like we have a big target on our backs". He was genuinely afraid his own father was going to shoot him or me with a rifle.
We hiked out together, sometimes in silence, sometimes sorting through our confusion, and sometimes griping that my pack was heavy and that a hobo bindle isn't the ideal way to carry two pairs of cowboy boots. I drove us home to my place, and we talked through what the kid was feeling, and his next steps. It was late when we got to town, so the kid crashed in my guest room. The next morning, we had breakfast, I told him that if he needs anything he can call me any time.
I have checked on him about once a week, just to make sure he is coping ok. The dad has unfriended/blocked both the kid and I on all forms of comms, and hasn't said a word to either of us since the trip. I'm ok with that.
Wow,that guy has serious issues and needs professional help.