When I was about 13 or so my dad and I were Spring Gobbler huntin' (on National Forest land) and had a Gobbler hang up on us after working with him for about 2 hours (he had hens) Dad and I started out of the woodsand a guy who owns landthat boarders the NF stopped us. He said he had been listening to us call all morning on his property. My dad calmly explained that we were no where nearhis property andwould gladly take him back to where we were set up and show him where we were sitting. He startedcussing us and pointed his shotgun and my dad and myself. It's a pretty scary situation thinking "Well one of us going to die but I don't think he'll get bothof us before we can get him"...

I heard later that he did the same thing to another guy and instead of it ending peacefully like it did w/us,the accuser ended up w/his shotgun broke in half and beat almost to death w/it.