Me and my Brother were hunting private land. About 8 am a guy comes crashing down thru the woods near my brother. The guy starts looking for a tree to climb, within 20 yards of my bro. When my brother asked him what the heck he was doing, the guy explodes into what seemed like a drug induced tirade. He screams "where the Fart are you?" to my brother. When he located him he then ran to his tree and proceeded to challenge my bro to get down and go at it. He actually wanted to fight over the spot, winner take all. I know for a fact that the guy would have been killed had my brother gotten down, but my brother came to hunt, not fight and he would do anything to get out of fighting the guy. The guy wouldn't leave for awhile. He just stood there taunting my brother with threats and insults. I think that my brother would have been justified in pulling his 9mm and popping the dude, as he was beginning to think there was no way out of the situation and feared that he would soon be defending his life. Be afraid of wackos, be very afraid!