It was really intended more as an amusing anecdote about the potential weirdos one might encounter in the back country, than an actual threat where we felt or lives truly needed protection with a gun. At the time it was awkward and uncomfortable but nonetheless was immediately funny.To the original post I personally dont see this situation as a reason to carry a gun in the backcountry. I prefer to avoid others when I'm in the outdoors as one of the reasons I enjoy the outdoors is to get AWAY from people. The picture I see from your story I envision as one were I would not have even talked to that FREAK and he would not have even known I was there. Sounds like a stressful experience and basically a shitty trip IMO.
It was really meant as an amusing anecdote instead of a harrowing story of a gun battle.I personally don't see how a gun would have been beneficial in that situation.
I've met plenty of different characters, sounds like he was probably just high and having a laugh around and not really doing any harm.
It may amaze people to learn that I've hunted my whole life without a sidearm and have never needed one as protection from people, especially from people who try to be nice and offer a meal, weird or not.
If he had of come to your camp and tried something on fair enough but if red flags were going off and you still went there and hung around with the bloke you're kinda bringing it upon yourself if anything goes down
He had a large Mason jar full of weed that I saw, possibly more stored.Many people were killed by a serial killer with the allure of a joint. What pot head shares their weed on a 5+ day trip into the back country? Their preserving that shit to make sure they can pull into their driveway slanted. Gracious, how much weed must he of packed in? Sounds he should practice leaving some creature comforts at the house. Might save his horse a pound or so ;-)
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