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He might have shot the first two if they had shot at them but eight??? That doesn't pass the smell test. I have heard of some people shooting over someones head to make a point. If that was the case he had a right to get the first two.

I was deathly afraid one morning in a duck blind that something very bad was going down. We were in a blind my friend had built on public land. Just because you built it it is still first come first serve on public land. We got in the blind and someone had been there the previous day and left their heater. Well they showed up and tried to throw us out of the blind. I thought it was going to come to gunplay and felt awful lonely out there. Some people don't need to have guns. It was plain scary sitting there "on go" praying that they just ran their mouths about shooting and didn't try to go for their guns. They had me scared enough to shoot.

"I was deathly afraid one morning in a duck blind that something very bad was going down. "

Bad things happen, for sure. I was deer hunting in the high Sierras in California many years ago on opening weekend. This hunting happens from about 7000-8000 feet in altitude, and the hunting method is to find a location on the mountain that overlooks a likely game trail, then perch there among the rocks and wait. Shooting ranges run between 150-300 yards.

I had a spot overlooking a canyon and had settled in, and was scoping the terrain with my binoculars. I had the mandatory orange vest and hat on.

Suddenly, I was showered with rock chips, then heard a shot. I got down immediately, and started scoping the area again, from a narrow cavity in the rocks. Across the canyon, maybe 400 yards away was another hunter, with his rifle aimed directly at the rocks I was now crouched behind. I think he saw the flash from my binoculars, and gave me the finger.

The SOB had fired at me. I guess he didn't like it that I was watching the same canyon he was. But that isn't how it works in the Sierras. You find a rock, and you wait. Nobody gets to claim an entire canyon. This is big country.

So, I had some choices. I could stand my ground, fire back at him, or leave. I left, keeping cover between myself and this homicidal idiot as much as possible. He didn't fire again. I went over a ridge and found another hunting spot. Got a nice buck, too.

There are some wierd folks out there hunting sometimes.