So I had an interesting night back in December. I went to visit dad and stayed in his tiny house Friday but decided to camp Saturday. I went to Manchester State Forest about 20 min from his house. There are a bunch of mtb trails there and the adjacent Poinsett State Park which worked well for my morning plans. Around 130am I was sleeping well until I heard dogs barking. My first thought was coyotes and then wild dogs once I listened a bit more. Then I hear a truck coming down the dirt road to my secluded spot. I pulled my gun from the gun safe I have in my AluCab canopy camper and sat there. The truck pulled into the area and a couple of guys get out, one was obviously drunk.
They start talking about the truck and what is it doing there, and then realize I am camping. Then they start talking trash and saying don’t mess with their stuff, this is Sumter county, best be ready for them, they should just shoot me now, the guy has a .38 special, some random yelling, blah blah blah. Then they walk off into the woods in the direction of the barking. Then I figured it was probably dog fighting they were there for.
I had stayed quiet and still the entire time. I considering yelling that I grew up there, probably knew people they knew, I am a good guy. But I knew that would probably not matter and might open then up to wanting to really mess with me.
As soon as their head lamps were out of sight I packed up the camper and hit the road. I camped in my dad’s back yard because it was so nice out. Not nearly as cool of a campsite, but safer I suppose. I could have gone to the tiny house but did not feel like it.
Had I been in a beater truck instead of a Gladiator with ACCC they may not have said anything, but I think they saw an expensive vehicle compared to their ~20 year old Ram 1500 and figure I was not prepared.
I made the right decision by staying quiet and bugging out. I was ready if they escalated it had them outgunned with four 17 rounds mags to their claimed .38, but it only takes one lucky shot for me to loose. I had no shame in leaving the site when I felt I could do so safely.
Now I need to find a new place to camp when I am there.
They start talking about the truck and what is it doing there, and then realize I am camping. Then they start talking trash and saying don’t mess with their stuff, this is Sumter county, best be ready for them, they should just shoot me now, the guy has a .38 special, some random yelling, blah blah blah. Then they walk off into the woods in the direction of the barking. Then I figured it was probably dog fighting they were there for.
I had stayed quiet and still the entire time. I considering yelling that I grew up there, probably knew people they knew, I am a good guy. But I knew that would probably not matter and might open then up to wanting to really mess with me.
As soon as their head lamps were out of sight I packed up the camper and hit the road. I camped in my dad’s back yard because it was so nice out. Not nearly as cool of a campsite, but safer I suppose. I could have gone to the tiny house but did not feel like it.
Had I been in a beater truck instead of a Gladiator with ACCC they may not have said anything, but I think they saw an expensive vehicle compared to their ~20 year old Ram 1500 and figure I was not prepared.
I made the right decision by staying quiet and bugging out. I was ready if they escalated it had them outgunned with four 17 rounds mags to their claimed .38, but it only takes one lucky shot for me to loose. I had no shame in leaving the site when I felt I could do so safely.
Now I need to find a new place to camp when I am there.