On the Receiving End of Somebody Else's Plinking Session
This is posted as a follow-up to the earlier thread:
In 1996, my father, brother and I were elk hunting in a remote BLM area southwest of Meeker, CO. We arrived to our campsite late on a cold and clear Friday night- literally a patch of cedars and pinion pines in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. As we cooked a late dinner in the truck mounted camper (about 10:00pm), we heard some odd pops coming from outside. Thinking something might be wrong with the propane system, we opened the door to listen…
ZIP-BOOM, ZING-BOOM, ZIP-BOOM in the branches above the camper! This was repeated several times.
After a collective “OH ****”, we all bailed out of the camper and got on the ground behind the truck. The only thing we had ready to go was the Enfield .38 in my belt holster. Using my best Army ROTC low crawl, I went to the truck cab and grabbed my SKS and a single-shot 20 ga shotgun. As a side note, I was pleased that the 10 round stripper clip for the SKS functioned quite well under duress.
It was pretty obvious that somebody thought the nice clump of cedars and pinion pines would make a good target for some late night plinking. My Dad loaded the 20 ga and fired into the air. Immediately, the shooting stopped, with a couple of door slams and spinning tires heard soon after. The next day morning, we found the tire tracks and fresh scattered 7.62x39mm cases about 200 yards from the truck. In this situation, my Dad thought it was best to fire a shot to alert them to our presence- a tactic that seemed to work.