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>inawoods alone
>day 3, early moring right at dawn.
>comfy af setup
Rode my bike out about a mile off this road, national forrest land in GA. Beutiful week in June, had hammock and all set up down by creek bend with some tarps.
>Light rain letting up, get out of hammock
>eating poptarts, starting small fire for coffee
>hear something up behind me off this creek bank
>think nothing, just some deer or shit.
>rustling intensifies
>getting closer
>a ranger found my camp?
I guess it was technically illegal to camp there but I never thought anything of it, no ranger would be out this early after rain anyway.
>no way it's a fucking ranger/hunter.
>retreat back under tarps
>grab .357
>readytokillbigfoot.jpg
>Shit jumps right down into the creek to my right
>peek around
>fuckin junkiest looking white punk I've ever seen
>tweakers lookin at my bike, dosnt notice me
>bout to shoot this guy, hes just standing there spacing out
>im having a mini heart attack
>"AYE"
>tweaker jumps like a cat, darts back up bank running like hell
>wtf
>pack up and leave, cant enjoy anything knowing that fucker knows I'm out there.
