Funny this article brought up some old memories. I was maybe 10 years old and used to wander through a County flood control basin (kind of a wetlands full of wildlife) on a regular basis, maybe three miles from our home, a kid doing kid stuff. My mother had given me a watch and told me when and where to meet her and told me she would come to pick me up. Like most kids I waited till the last possible moment, then had to move right along to be at the meeting place on time. She had honked twice and I was maybe 50 yards away from the truck, when I hear a pop and something hit me in the back of the left leg. I kept on moving for a few more steps and my leg kind of folded. She comes walking up, looks at my leg, then looks up at some guy standing there with a 22 rifle pointing at us, maybe 50 feet away. If she would have been carrying, he would have likely died, she was a dead shot. What she did was to go into Lion mode, charged the guy, knocked him on his ass and beat on his head some with his own rifle. Picked me up and ran for the truck. By the time the Police showed up he was long gone.
I will never understand what made that guy shoot me, I was walking away down the middle of a dirt road, wide open field. No telling what is going through a nuts mind at any given moment.
With 360,000,000 people running around the country, I imagine similar stuff happens on a regular basis.
I guess we are all a products of our experiences. If somebody is shooting at me, I sure as heck want to have something handy to shoot back with.
The next time I went out to the wetlands, I was packing. I guess the alternative is to watch wildlife on TV and never leave your living room.
When my mother said jump, I asked how high, I didn't argue with her much?
