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Ausfag here. Used to grow a few weed plants out in the bush. My spot was an hour drive inland from where I live (which is already pretty remote, then an hour trek through dense bushland. Right in the middle of fucking nowhere. I remember one time, I'd gone out to check on the plants. It'd been raining so everything was wet and muddy and it took me longer to get there than I'd anticipated. Was about half an hour into the walk back and it was already getting dark, so I was already sorta panicking. Then out of nowhere there's this random tradie dude in a yellow fluro vest, covered in mud and sweat. He's heading in the opposite direction, so we cross paths. Don't stop walking, just glace up, say 'how's it going?" and keep walking. He mumbled something in response, couldn't hear exactly what he said but I definitely felt like something was off about him. Probs walk 15m and turn to look back out of curiosity. The guy hasn't moved at all and he's staring straight at me. Then he shouts, "you wanna die cunt!". Fucking start running at that point, don't even look back, just get to my car and go. Never went back to check on my plants haha.
