Here’s my story. Thought I’d share it. I took 2 of my 3 sons (ages 18 and 7) fishing this past Saturday up in the high Uinta mountain range --14 year old son was at a week-long boy scout camp. There's a series of ponds up there that are off the main dirt road that are very isolated from any public areas. We've had some good luck catching fish at the spot before so it was worth the travel down a single lane rough dirt road to get to the spot. When we got there we found that we were the only ones at the pond so we found a place to settle down and fish in a little nook that went down to the water's edge. It was covered by trees not too far from the road we came down on. I had brought a lunch for us in a white grocery sack and had some fishing tackle and a digital camera in another white sack that I laid down on the ground. It was a beautiful afternoon but after awhile of not catching anything (we were using worms) we moved about 75 feet from where we were to another spot on the shore to see if our chances were better there. When we moved I left our stuff where we first started fishing because I was going to go back to try using a lure after getting my sons set up. When we got to the new spot my 18 year old started fishing but my 7 year old, after trying to cast, ended up getting his line snagged as well as got the line on his reel snarled and bunched up. While I was trying to fix his line and reel, a truck with three guys in it came down the road heading toward another pond. After driving from one pond to another the driver decided to head back up to the main road. He almost got there then stopped and someone got out their truck and went into the trees near the road. They were there less than 30 seconds then they drove off, got to the main road, and turned east. I assumed they were looking for a spot to fish, then decided against it and drove on. My 18 year old heard them say, "he's (me) near his truck" so he started to walk toward where I left our stuff to check it after they left. I minute later I heard him yell out, "Dad, you better get over here." I walked over to where we first started out fishing and saw that only one sack was there (the one with the lunch) and noticed my fishing pole was also gone. He said he thought those guys had stolen it. I thought he was kidding and maybe hiding it all from me but soon realized he was dead serious. At that point both of us started running up to the main road to see if we could see the truck all the while I'm thinking I could care less about the cheap fishing pole and tackle in the bag but what I really did not want stolen was the fairly expensive camera with about 1100 pictures on the disk. As we got to the top of the road we saw them coming back down the road heading west. I stood in the middle of the road holding up a hand telling them to stop but was also ready to jump out of the way if they decided to gun it. They stopped and I asked them through the open driver side window if they took my white bag. The driver, a burly hick looking kind of guy, said they did and handed it to me and he got out of his truck to get my fishing pole from the bed of his truck. Obviously at this point I was angry but relieved I had it all back. I asked why he took it and he said they saw it and took it thinking it was just left there by someone else. Since we were the only ones at the pond I said it was obviously my stuff. He said he held up the bag in the air in my direction when he got it and since I said nothing he decided to take it. I told him I was busy fixing my son’s reel and never saw him do that and I asked him why he didn't yell over to me asking me if this was stuff was mine or why didn't he come over to me and ask me. He didn’t give me an answer. I also asked him why he would take something that wasn’t his to begin with. Again, no response. I then said I think you were trying to steal it. As soon as I said that he went ballistic. He said he wasn’t stealing my stuff and I better keep my ------- mouth shut. The guy went absolutely nuts. One second he was fine then with fire in his eyes he went totally bat crap crazy. Now, neither my son nor I can remember exactly what he was saying other than he was letting out f-bombs right and left and at one point he said if I did not apologize he said he “would steal it.” To begin with I was amazed and ticked off someone would blatantly steal my stuff, but for a guy to totally fire cracker explode like this absolutely stunned me. Now this guy was probably near 60, thick and fairly well built (he did have a good sized gut on him) but shorter than me – I’m 6’1” and 51. The first thing I thought was I really don’t want to get into a fight plus there were two other guys sitting in the truck who might join in and possibly involve my son in the fight and I still had a 7 year old standing by the pond watching this and fishing at the same time. Since we were in a remote area (I kept thinking about the movie Deliverance), I backed off saying we didn’t want any trouble and that I was sorry if I had offended him all the while this fiery-psycho kept getting in my face and yelling at me (like I said, I really can’t remember what he was saying – I was just stunned this was even happening). I could tell he was hoping I’d throw a punch or something and after not wanting to he shoved me. I let it go and once again said we’re just trying to have a day of fishing and don’t want trouble and again apologized to him, if that’s what it took to cool him down. Finally my son and I walked away all the while he’s still yelling obscenities at me. I get back to the truck and throw our stuff in the back, except the camera. I walk up to my 7 year old and with only the innocence a 7 year old can have, the first thing he tells me is he had a fish on the line but it ate his worm and got away, all the while we were at the top of the road dealing with a schizophrenic redneck – LOL. We waited for them to take off and then drove up to the main road and headed the opposite direction to a camp ground where we ate our lunch. The fishing stunk at that pond anyway so it was no big loss to leave. After lunch we drove to a lake near our family cabin and fished until it started getting dark then headed back to the cabin, made a fire and roasted marshmallows. In hindsight, no one got hurt (other than my bruised ego), and we got our stuff back. The biggest regret I had (and lesson learned) was not having my 9mil. M&P with me. I brought it on the trip but forgot and left it at the cabin -- what a totally stupid thing to do. If this guy had a weapon, me and my kids would have been cooked. I will NEVER do that again -- ever.