was feeding our horses in a pasture we rent when some old neighbor fart thought we were tresspassing. It was almost dark and as he got closer he started yelling in a drunken voice and I noticed he had a hunting rifle. I asked him what the gun was for. He told me it was for me. half a second later he pointed it at me and ripped off a .270 round just past my left ear. I about messed my drawers, dropped my horse gear and took off toward the car half expecting the next round to go through my back. Police never did anything. (I always wonder which one of the nearby houses that .270 remington boat-tail round went through) Had i been a CCW holder at the time I'm afraid I would have shot that old drunken fart.
Last edited by Jdog; 07-09-2008 at 02:28..