>>1251635I'm not afraid of murderers, but I've run into a couple of unhinged folks while off working and camping in the wilderness. I work on a cattle station in the central-north of victoria in australia. Gun laws are pretty tight, but it's easy to to get a firearms licence and cheap shotgun when you live and work on the land and have proof of address. As a former city-person, I totally agree that you're more likely to get whacked by a serial killer or shived by some 13 year old sudanese kid in the city than in the bush.
Sturdy tent, leatherman, big stick. That's all you need.
Two stories I guess:
>Parked a campervan as far into a patch of goverment land as it could drive, so ~5km from main road, but only 50km from nearest city>Two days in, not a sign of anyone else around, leave the curtains open all the time>Third day in, having sex with my girlfriend at the time with the bedroom window wide open>lifted 4x4 with spotlights pulls right up to the window and starts blasting the horn>Fuck! fuck! who are these cunts?! I'ma fight them! Struggle to put pants on>4x4 friends roar off into the bush. Illegal shooters who come out to sink booze and blast wildlife. Boner killedMore recently:
>6 hours from town>setting up a burn-off next to a river where campers like to stay. It's private property, but whatever, I'm not chasing them off>Twenty-ish motorbikes roll past to set up camp as I'm getting ready to light the fire>It's going to be a huge and terrifying fire>I call the the boss, he says "nah they'll be right">Light paddock on fire next to unknown campers, wind blows huge cloud of smoke right at them for a solid two hours>Three large tattooed men with a wizard beards approach the tractor I'm sitting in, looking for a fight>"Whaddafark ya dern carnt?">Working>"Carnt yer see we're just ov...">Do you know [bosses name]?>"Nah">Well why the fuck are you camping in his backyard? From [point A] to [point B] is [ranch name]. Collect your shit and fuck off 