about 10 years ago I was out hunting in the mountains. Working my way up a small trail in dense fog. the ground was a little damp so I didn' t make much noise. I was moving slowly. Move, wait, move, wait. then up ahead i heard some noise. It sounded like something tearing at a bush. I waited. I eased forard very slowly taking 10-20 m,inutes to move just a few yards. I started to see movement and the brown colors of fur. I had my rifle aimed and was waiting. don' t know if the fog suddenly let up or what, but I was staring down my barrel at a man 25 yards away. the trail emptied out onto a small clearing next to the fireroad. He was loading some stuff into his pickup. I went home. That even changed hunting for me quite a bit. At least two lives would have been destroyed if I had pulled the trigger. It wasn' t cautious careful safety minded hunting that prevented it. It was luck. When I hunt I wear a blaze orange hat and vest, even though you are only required to wear a hat here in VA. When I am going to or from my stand at night, I will be using a flashlight. I don' t want to be the guy on the other end of the barrel.
I don' t ever want to be around an accident like that.

David