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http://www.geocacher-u.com/
Here's my encounter.
We were geocaching in the mountains last weekend. We were my wife, two kids (3 and 5), and my friends with their three kids (7-12). Hunting in groups is a lot of fun and safe, so I thought! The geocaching out there is pretty much out in the middle of the forest looking under rocks and logs. We took a little while to find this particular cach and the kids finally jumped on it! They pulled it out and started putting some of their trinkets and toys in.
Almost at the same time two tweekers came out from behind a bush and started accusing us of trying to take their campsite. They were filthy dirty, full of tattoos & body piercings, drinking beer, and appeared to be sketching a bit. I noticed one had a gun in his back pocket. We told them we wanted nothing to do with their campsite and my buddy starts playing it real cool and tells them straight up what we are doing. He shows them the gps and the toys and log inside the container. They start telling us people were driving back & forth the night before and they were getting upset and said if they drive by one more time or if they find them they were going to shoot them.
Just then alarms started going off in my head and I felt possible danger. I started thinking up different scenarios as to what could possibly happen at this point and what I was going to do, putting a plan into action if you will. I had a .45 in my truck and it was about 350 ft. away from me. I was trying to think of some way to get to it. I started walking the general direction of my truck but nobody was moving. I think everyone was pretty much scared at this point. I put together a couple plans to which if the guy fired a shot at me I was going to try to keep running at him to try to jump on him & suck up the bullets so my friend could have a chance to jump him with me blocking his view.
If that didn't happen, it was run for the truck and come back to save the day. Needless to say my adrenaline was pumping pretty good.
Just then the kid starts pulling the gun in and out of his pants. He pulls it out, turns it sideways, looks at it curiously like he’s not seen a gun before or like he stole it and is checking it out, then puts it in his pants again. I’m thinking oh great the kids are going to freak! I almost made a mad dash for the truck myself! But the kids remained cool as did I. He starts saying things like pretty cool huh? “Don’t worry man, I’ve got the safety on, Don’t worry I’ve got the safety on.”
Just then my buddy looks down at the gun the next time he pulls it out and says, “Hey is that a pellet gun? I used to have one just like it! Does the CO2 leak out all the time?” He starts engaging conversation with the guy. The guy is totally believing and getting into the conversation my friend is working. I take a look down at the gun and I see a little tab on the bottom of the pistol grip. “It is a pellet gun!!!!” Well that was a huge relief! But I still was a bit uncomfortable because I didn’t want to get shot with a pellet. The plan was to still make a run for the .45 in the truck then come back and try to maintain some sort of control of the situation if things got worse.
We started just engaging in useless banter just to waste some time, telling stories we thought would amaze them or some dumb jokes. I started realizing how screwed up they were by how completely idiotic their poor excuse for a joke was. I was thinking if we all stood there long enough one of us would think of a way out of this. It was an uncomfortable situation and we were tiptoeing around our words to be sure not to upset them.
I turned to my friend and said hey its getting dark lets go find another geocach before it too late? One of the tweekers says yeah lets go find some! My friend and his quick wit says the next cach is a long ways away from here, we’ll be driving a while. This seemed to disinterest the kid as his camp was 500 feet from us and I think he wanted to head back for more beer.
So we started walking back to the trucks & put the kids in their carseats when one of the tweekers tells my buddy hey come over & check out our wood pile. Or something like that. I really wasn’t sure what he said but I saw my friend disappear behind some trees around a bend down a short winding road.
I get my kids buckled in, cup my hands around my mouth, and yell out to my friend “Com’on lets go!!!!” A few seconds later I see him running back up the road towards us. I start my truck and he walks by me and says “How do you eloquently end a situation LIKE THAT?” I said, “THAT’S exactly why I yelled for you!”
All turned out good for us but it made me realize what a crazy world we live in and it’s not just on the news you see on tv or hear on the radio. What I learned; we were lucky this time, but we need to be aware of our surroundings. Do not walk into a dangerous situation if at all possible. If you have even the slightest little feeling that something seems a little “off”, get out of the area and reassess what might be happening. In this situation we were taken by surprise but I was certainly glad to have had numbers on my side.
