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>be about 14
>go durr and hawg huntan with my dad and grandpa on their ranch near the Texas-Mexico boarder sometime in December (back when Mexico wasn't entirely a shithole of drug cartels)
>after dawn, decide to go out and collect some arrowheads inna night while dad makes supper
>bring my 12 gauge BPS
>I had very good gun/hunter safety (keep gun pointed down, don't shoot at anything unless you know what it is, etc.)
>see a light bobbing up and down about 50 yards away. think it's some gringos trying to get over the boarder.
>approach and see an old man with a long white beard, a worn out trench coat, and black boots walking east
>say in my poor, shitty spanish "Hey! This is PRIVATE property! Please leave!"
>he stops, looks at me, not even offput by the sight of my gun, then continues walking
>he walks through thick trees and shrubbery and I follow suit
>I finally make it to a clearing and find 5 graves (mother, father, and 3 kids)
>NOPENOPENOPENOPE
>run back to the house and tell grandpa about the man I saw
>says I described the original owner in exact detail. all 3 of his kids died of TB in the 1900's, he and his wife lived to be quite elderly
>he would go visit his children's graves right after dawn every day until he died
Let's hear your stories. Inna woods, inna urban, inna desert. Whatever.
>be about 14
>go durr and hawg huntan with my dad and grandpa on their ranch near the Texas-Mexico boarder sometime in December (back when Mexico wasn't entirely a shithole of drug cartels)
>after dawn, decide to go out and collect some arrowheads inna night while dad makes supper
>bring my 12 gauge BPS
>I had very good gun/hunter safety (keep gun pointed down, don't shoot at anything unless you know what it is, etc.)
>see a light bobbing up and down about 50 yards away. think it's some gringos trying to get over the boarder.
>approach and see an old man with a long white beard, a worn out trench coat, and black boots walking east
>say in my poor, shitty spanish "Hey! This is PRIVATE property! Please leave!"
>he stops, looks at me, not even offput by the sight of my gun, then continues walking
>he walks through thick trees and shrubbery and I follow suit
>I finally make it to a clearing and find 5 graves (mother, father, and 3 kids)
>NOPENOPENOPENOPE
>run back to the house and tell grandpa about the man I saw
>says I described the original owner in exact detail. all 3 of his kids died of TB in the 1900's, he and his wife lived to be quite elderly
>he would go visit his children's graves right after dawn every day until he died
Let's hear your stories. Inna woods, inna urban, inna desert. Whatever.
