shooting at. It’s only a few shots but it is becoming a common thing around this time of day.
After another good nights sleep I got dressed and grabbing the AR I legged it up the road staying real close to the woods on the side.
After I got where I could see and it was all clear I eased out toward the car with the dead man. why I have no idea but he’s the only thing around that might attract any attention .
I stayed low and belly crawled ( rolled might be more accurate ) until I could part the weeds and see down into the ditch , he was still there but he had been shot to pieces !
All around his body was 9mm brass which made me think the folks who killed him might be really pissed off at his for shooting one of them and stop once in a while and use his own pistol to remind themselves they are the top dogs.
Well I gotta say this didn’t sit too well with me and after looking at him for a while I decided I was gonna do something about it. I headed back to my camp and grabbed my shovel and a hunk of 2x6 I used as a jack pad for the trailer. I also took a magic marker.
After getting back to the body and making sure nobody was around I started digging a grave which was hard doing .
And frankly he didn’t smell good even though the week had been cool.
And the Ravens and Magpies had been at him, poor bastard.
I did the best I could for him and using the shovel I rolled him into the hole and covered him and placed some rocks over him to maybe help keep the critters off him.
Then I took the marker and wrote on the 2 x 6 in large letters “ RIP Stranger. Murdered by low life scum. I figured this just might bring them looking and I planned to be ready for them.
I joined the Marines when I was 17 years old and that was a long time ago but as the old saying goes, Once a Marine, Always a Marine .
And along with that I had also been a City cop and a Deputy Sheriff and an active shooter all my life so I figured I could hold my own if I planned this right.
We legged it back to camp and I quickly fixed us a good meal and packed us
Food for tomorrow morning . I didn’t plan to move from the hid until late.
It turned out that the morning snack wasn’t needed, about an hour before dark I heard a vehicle coming pretty fast so Molly and I got into the bunker.
I tied her close to the log where she couldn’t do anything foolish.
I had left the fire smoldering and a candle burning in the trailer. If this worked they would be distracted enough for me to maybe get the drop on them . Well that didn’t happen, guess they never read the script!
They just drove right into the camp gate and after seeing my rig they stopped and bailed out of their old truck.
Three of the nastiest looking trash you could ever not wanna see.
The didn’t talk at all just walked up the road, lined up and opened fire at the trailer. It wasn’t a fair fight.
Hell it wasn’t even a fight or even self defense. I guess some bleeding heart liberals would call it murder but since they never even checked to see if there was any kids or women in the trailer tuff shit!
What with all the noise they were making then never heard the not so quiet sound of the 10-22 shooting super sonic ammo thru the can. Hell they wouldn’t have heard it without the can.
Three shots in the back of the head and it was quiet , no movie type stumbling around. No nothing , just pop pop pop and they were all down.
I stayed in my hide for a few minutes waiting for some movement .
When it was clear they were down for the count I eased out of the hide and walking slowly closer while looking thru the scope I stopped at around 10 yard and shot each one in the head again. Done.
I checked their old truck and found it was an old Chevy, around a 70 or 71 ¾ ton 4x4 and beat all to hell and full of trash but there was a full 5 gal. gas can in back and a turn of the key
After another good nights sleep I got dressed and grabbing the AR I legged it up the road staying real close to the woods on the side.
After I got where I could see and it was all clear I eased out toward the car with the dead man. why I have no idea but he’s the only thing around that might attract any attention .
I stayed low and belly crawled ( rolled might be more accurate ) until I could part the weeds and see down into the ditch , he was still there but he had been shot to pieces !
All around his body was 9mm brass which made me think the folks who killed him might be really pissed off at his for shooting one of them and stop once in a while and use his own pistol to remind themselves they are the top dogs.
Well I gotta say this didn’t sit too well with me and after looking at him for a while I decided I was gonna do something about it. I headed back to my camp and grabbed my shovel and a hunk of 2x6 I used as a jack pad for the trailer. I also took a magic marker.
After getting back to the body and making sure nobody was around I started digging a grave which was hard doing .
And frankly he didn’t smell good even though the week had been cool.
And the Ravens and Magpies had been at him, poor bastard.
I did the best I could for him and using the shovel I rolled him into the hole and covered him and placed some rocks over him to maybe help keep the critters off him.
Then I took the marker and wrote on the 2 x 6 in large letters “ RIP Stranger. Murdered by low life scum. I figured this just might bring them looking and I planned to be ready for them.
I joined the Marines when I was 17 years old and that was a long time ago but as the old saying goes, Once a Marine, Always a Marine .
And along with that I had also been a City cop and a Deputy Sheriff and an active shooter all my life so I figured I could hold my own if I planned this right.
We legged it back to camp and I quickly fixed us a good meal and packed us
Food for tomorrow morning . I didn’t plan to move from the hid until late.
It turned out that the morning snack wasn’t needed, about an hour before dark I heard a vehicle coming pretty fast so Molly and I got into the bunker.
I tied her close to the log where she couldn’t do anything foolish.
I had left the fire smoldering and a candle burning in the trailer. If this worked they would be distracted enough for me to maybe get the drop on them . Well that didn’t happen, guess they never read the script!
They just drove right into the camp gate and after seeing my rig they stopped and bailed out of their old truck.
Three of the nastiest looking trash you could ever not wanna see.
The didn’t talk at all just walked up the road, lined up and opened fire at the trailer. It wasn’t a fair fight.
Hell it wasn’t even a fight or even self defense. I guess some bleeding heart liberals would call it murder but since they never even checked to see if there was any kids or women in the trailer tuff shit!
What with all the noise they were making then never heard the not so quiet sound of the 10-22 shooting super sonic ammo thru the can. Hell they wouldn’t have heard it without the can.
Three shots in the back of the head and it was quiet , no movie type stumbling around. No nothing , just pop pop pop and they were all down.
I stayed in my hide for a few minutes waiting for some movement .
When it was clear they were down for the count I eased out of the hide and walking slowly closer while looking thru the scope I stopped at around 10 yard and shot each one in the head again. Done.
I checked their old truck and found it was an old Chevy, around a 70 or 71 ¾ ton 4x4 and beat all to hell and full of trash but there was a full 5 gal. gas can in back and a turn of the key
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