When I was around 20 or so a friend and I went to hunt a piece of their property for the first time. We drove down a lane that divided the property from the neighbors. We parked and my friend showed me where to go. I had just put my climer on a tree when bouncin down the lane then across the field comes a truck really fast. Once to me the neighbor runs up,starts screaming at me about being on his ground. After about a minute of his yelling I tell him I know I'm on the right ground. He tells me I'm tresspassing and he has the right to shoot tresspassers,pulls out a 45 from his waist and points it right at me. So here I sit in my climber about 2 foot of the ground my gun unloaded below me, figuring I was gonna die. He was all wild lookin and really mad. Asked me if I had any last words. I told him my friend said the fence is 50 yards further from me. He looked over his shoulder and told me it was right there. I asked him if he jumped it or drove through it cause I did not remember a fence. The wild look kinda went outta his face then he looked around like lookin for a fence, walked to his truck and left. I did'nt know what to do so I hunted till dark. Told the sherriff when we got into town but nothin ever came of it.