Once rigeing 4wheelers about 2 miles up a dirt rd i came across a guy so i stopped to see if he was ok. best i can figure he decided he wanted my 4wheeler and he kept tryin his best to get me to follow him off into the woods. he was standing in front holding onto the rack of my wheeler. Finally i told him i needed to leave he said No your gonna get off and come with me.As i unholsterd my beretta 96 and rested it on my leg. I said No im fixing to drive away Thank god he got the memo and let go and i drove off without haveing to take steps farther
That's some creepy chit. Good thing you were packing that Beretta.
