I finally convinced my wife to go camping with me , she prefers to stay home when I go camping usually.... but since we had a camper she agreed (she was done with tent camping) .. so we drive to a nice campground in remote Iowa, some weird dude that looks like Private Pyle (when he was sitting on the toilet with a rifle) was our tent-neighbor, he started 'visiting' us throughout that day and asking for a few things, like charcoal, matches, lighter fluid, food, beverages, and so on
I always like to oblige man but after a while the guy actually says this to us: "I hate people.... a lot. but I'd never kill anybody". And strolled back to his tent.
All night that night, there was cars rolling in to this guys tent for maybe 10 minutes and leaving. Probably 6-8 cars at least throughout the evening, could have been more, we were trying to sleep...
My philosophy is typically "there ain't nothing so bad that a cop can't make it worse", but all of my run-ins with DNR to that point had been favorable, so after weird dude wandered off somewhere into the woods in the morning, my wife and I decided to head up to the ranger's office. He happened to be there, and we told him about the guy and all the shit happening and cars rolling through during the night. Ranger dude and another DNR type guy was there and they looked at eachother like "it's on now bruh" and they said "we will take care of this right now" and got in truck and boop de doop, off down the lane back to the campground area... by the time we got back the dude's tent and all his shit was down, in a pile and the officers were still having a nice chat with him. He was gone shortly after that
TLDR, camped next to an axe murderer/drug dealer guy who told us he wouldn't kill us
