Wherein my father is beaten by hillfolk
I'm going hunting this year. It is effectively my first time doing so; I went once when I was a kid but stayed in camp all the while. That's next weekend.
Last weekend, Dad went to go set up the campsite ahead of time as he usually does. In the last several trips into that particular area of forest he had noted a small pile of poles aside the road (a USFS road, not a "real" road) serving no apparent purpose. He had the trailer with him this time so he stopped to pick them up for camp firewood. While he was loading them into the trailer, three men pull alongside in a pickup, hop out, and ask him what he's doing. He replies that he is taking the poles that have sat there for months. The men tell him that they are their poles, and tell him that he'd better unload them from his trailer. Naturally, Dad's reaction is a response in the negative. Their response was to punch him and knock him out.
When he woke up they were leaving, and told him not to go to the cops or else they would say he had pulled a gun on them. So he went to the cops and gave a description; the cops immediately recognized the men by description, and brought them in. They then proceeded to claim that Dad had made a move for the rifle in the back seat of the truck, and that is why they hit him. Dad's response was that only an idiot would try to pull a long gun out from behind a car seat when his enemy is standing two feet away. He was a little concerned that the fuckers might try to get him charged with attempted murder, but apparently the cops recognized the absurdity of the story as well, and it did not go in the three's favor that they were rather well-known for jackassery and crime.
Dad requested the man who hit him be charged, but seeing as all this happened in Grant County, and we are not from there, it's not terribly likely that it will stick. So next weekend we are definitely taking the other truck and keeping our eyes open; wouldn't want some butt-hurt hick to wander unnoticed into our camp and mistake us for deer that live in tents.
Last weekend, Dad went to go set up the campsite ahead of time as he usually does. In the last several trips into that particular area of forest he had noted a small pile of poles aside the road (a USFS road, not a "real" road) serving no apparent purpose. He had the trailer with him this time so he stopped to pick them up for camp firewood. While he was loading them into the trailer, three men pull alongside in a pickup, hop out, and ask him what he's doing. He replies that he is taking the poles that have sat there for months. The men tell him that they are their poles, and tell him that he'd better unload them from his trailer. Naturally, Dad's reaction is a response in the negative. Their response was to punch him and knock him out.
When he woke up they were leaving, and told him not to go to the cops or else they would say he had pulled a gun on them. So he went to the cops and gave a description; the cops immediately recognized the men by description, and brought them in. They then proceeded to claim that Dad had made a move for the rifle in the back seat of the truck, and that is why they hit him. Dad's response was that only an idiot would try to pull a long gun out from behind a car seat when his enemy is standing two feet away. He was a little concerned that the fuckers might try to get him charged with attempted murder, but apparently the cops recognized the absurdity of the story as well, and it did not go in the three's favor that they were rather well-known for jackassery and crime.
Dad requested the man who hit him be charged, but seeing as all this happened in Grant County, and we are not from there, it's not terribly likely that it will stick. So next weekend we are definitely taking the other truck and keeping our eyes open; wouldn't want some butt-hurt hick to wander unnoticed into our camp and mistake us for deer that live in tents.