My dad was confronted by one of these bungholes a couple of years ago in the Shawnee national forest. He was checking out his latest kill (a 50+ lb. coyote) during shotgun deer season, when a tree huggin' sissy boy begins to yell at him and get in his face and poke him in the chest. I heard the commotion because I was coming to see what dad had shot. Dad is 65+ years old and not in good enough shape to drag a deer, so when I hear him shoot, I know it's time to do some draggin.
Anyway, I did not get there until the tree hugger was gone, and I'm sorta glad I missed him as I have been known to get a bit physical if pushed.
Dad said... "yeah, I considered going ahead and killin' him, or at least letting you beat on him, but that's exactly what those *********** want.".... "But it sure would have been funny to part his hair with a 12ga. Brenneke"
I still laugh to myself thinking about dad saying that