Either A) I call the camp host, who then calls the police or B) I grab my HK91 and the game of my dick is bigger than yours is ON! LOL

I'd pack my shit and find another place to camp. Sadly, if I had stayed there, some bad shit would have happened. People suck. People suck. Oh, and did I mention that PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK?

I don't think you did mention it...try saying it again.

One thing to consider. Anybody who feels the need to,strap on a pistol to intimidate others, is likely very unsure of his ability to prevail in an unarmed physical altercation. In other words, he is afraid. People who,are afraid are irrational and do stupid things.

All you can do to the extreme is punch him in the face, take his gun, duck tape him up hog tied style, and call the cops.

In reality, just pack and get ready to leave late at night, when everyone is asleep - after you pull the rotor out of his distributor cap when he ain't looking. Or, play mix and match with all his plug wires.

Or you could fuck his ol lady and be done with it.

Well when I take a day off early and stake a campsite for a group and have an established boundary that is being used by my group, I would be a little concerned that another person had occupied it while I was away for the daytime.

It doesnt matter how many years you have been camping there. Its first come first served. If he had been using a particular area and had not packed up and left, just left in vehicles for a daytime activity else ware then he should be able to come back and find his spot free.

Im not excusing his behavior for how he handled it. But dispersed camping is not for everyone.

Maybe next time hit the KOA or a park with railing and ropes and borders and lots of rules.

For many years, my clan would assemble at Buck Creek, on Hwy 410. We would take up a huge area, with many vehicles, trailers and tents. I quit going up there when the "horse people" started thinking they owned the whole national forest. They would ride right through our camp, claiming it was "the trail". One pussy assed horse fucker got a bit too mouthy with me, and I pulled him off his mount, landing him face down in the dirt. I thought for sure he was gonna call the po po on me. He didn't, but ever since then, I tend to either stay in organized campsites with lot of rules, or WAY the hell out in the woods, by ourselves. It ain't worth the hassle. Especially when there are SO many people out there just begging to have their ass kicked.

What a story.
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Packed Campground. Is this just a clearing in the woods?
I try to stake as much space as possible too. Keep everybody away from me. If I wanted close neighbors, I'd go to a campground with picnic tables.
What sort of "Few words"? This just sounds like establishing territory, defining borders etc. No big deal.

Playing a game in their space? What sort of game? Are you playing in their previous parking spot? Could they have parked 10 feet back, not in the middle of their site?

Threatening to back over people is way over the line. Driving over people can kill them. This is lethal threats.

Did you see the driver pull the pistol from the glove box? Or is this just speculation and conjecture? As you can see, there are crazy people everywhere, you might have been the crazy one in this story, so being armed isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Try to imagine this story from the other guys perspective. You don't specify who showed up first. He shows up early, stakes out his territory, you come in late and encroach on his space. He leaves for the day, to return and find you playing games in his living room. Amped up he tells you to back off. Thinking you've been prepping all day for this battle, he ensures he's protected against any attack you might be thinking of launching. Eventually you back down and leave his living room. He's just happy he was armed, you didn't already have your own guns stashed, and make a giant mess of things.

The great thing about camping is you typically find like-minded people. People that want to be left alone, but want to explore the wilderness. Stay away from me, and I'll stay away from you. But on the same hand, I want to get down to that river. It turns out you pitched your camp surrounding the trail. The paths up stream, and down stream, are treacherous, this is the best way. You need to realize, I'm walking through your camp to get to the river. I'll try to be polite and nice about it, but you aren't stopping me. No amount of dominance or posturing will scare me off.

Public space is public space. I would call in LEO or whoever is running the campsite first before escalating the situation. Not worth the hassle.

I open carry when I greet trespassers as it is the only way I get them to leave without arguing or mouthing off. I've had the Sherriffs out several times and each time they tell the trespassers that the property owner can legally display, hold, or present a firearm.

How about taking the example from "The Burning Bed" ? (a really old story about a lady who burned her husband up as he slept)...

Eddy Murphy did a skit about he and his wife fighting... she says: "you're right baby.... why don't you just go to sleep?" (crazy eyes)



(not that I advocate such violence. I just thought about the comedic skit)

A little more background.
The camp ground is at Neah Bay. It is a tribal run campground. $20 per night camp where ever you like. Slow times you have the place to yourself busy weekends and it is assholes to elbows.
After the brief encounter everyone was peaceful the rest of the time.
I went and spoke to the driver afterwards and we shook hands. Basically he felt his mother had been disrespected the day before because she flipped me lip and I flipped it back to her. So the driver and his buddy were basically looking for an altercation. Fortunately the wives and children were present and the situation was defused. If it had just been me and the guys things would have likely gotten ugly.
And yes my friend watched him put on his holster before exiting the vehicle.

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