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Already posted this once, couple of years back on a pig hunting trip with a friend, middle of the night we stayd at the edge of a clearing (no hunting at night, can start one hour before sunrise. We were drining a little whiskey (really a little) friend was not used to out, started freaking out a little, i asured him all the noises were normal, suddenly we heard a kid laughing, ok not normal, even i started freaking out a little, heard weird noises, muffled childrens voices, get freaked out some more, decide to pack up and gtfo, suddenly i see something, instinct kicks in and i kicked full force (im a 98 kilo 1.87m big guy) i hear crying... turned out i kicked the shit out of a boyscout... felt like shit, also verry glad i dident arm my mosberg shotgun (like i said was pig hunting) moral of this story, chill the fuck out.. to this day i feel bad about it but it could had been worse, could have put a 12 gauge slug in a little kid...
