ORIGINAL: by23856


So am I a little nervous going into my woods at night with the possibility that dope addicts are stashing their stuff near my tree stand and wackos worshipping demons and what not could be still out there? Sure I am. I stay alert at all times, stop abruptly at different intervals and listen closely, and keep an eye out behind me and shine my light all through the woods. I don't care what type of training you have. I was 4 years in the Marine Corps Infantry during the Reagan years and had every possible training you could get because I was in the 3rd Battalion 8th Marines that was the Presidential Reactionary Division at the time. That meant we had to be trained in every type of combat because we would be the first to go to any hot spot in the world onthe word of the President. That doesn't mean squat, though, when some wacko with no sense of right or wrong, or cares either way, steps out from behind a tree two feet away and stabs or shoots your arse. 9 times out of 10, you're going down, no matter how big and tough you think you are.