Lmao I like this one!! What an idiot
It's usually not clear minded folks to do stuff like this. Meth cooks are notorious for concocting booby traps.
I was bank fishing at a large lake in an Arkansas state-owned and managed park one summer afternoon in 1998. I had driven a 4x4 ATV out to one of the hundreds of desolate points which jutted out into this flooded, man-made reservoir...my riding buddy was busily engaged and ignoring me from his perch on the seat of his parked ATV, while I was trying to cast a top water lure about thirty to forty yards out into the water, towards a boil of surface-breaking prey fish, hoping to snag one of the very large, feeding striped bass, which was driving them upwards to escape.
We'd been out riding since mid-morning and were about fifteen miles from his cabin, around on the other side of the lake from where we had decided would be a great place to stop and roll up a big, fat, tube of get-high. He'd picked this deserted point as we had a view all around us and yet were relatively hidden, and we could navigate a rocky dry stream-bed almost to the water's edge...I had my fishing rod with me just in case of just this type of situation. While he was ceremoniously preparing, I noticed activity out on the water, and it was enticing to me.
I was on the sunny western side of this steeply sloping finger of land, watching the large circle of leaping bait fish and rolling predators moving from my left to my right, always just 10 feet or so out of the reach of my casting. Trying to stay with the moving target and not paying much attention to my footing or surroundings, except for tree limbs above and behind me as I would whip my rod to cast, I'd walked perhaps forty paces to the east, across the point - casting and retrieving, casting and retrieving my lure...when suddenly, I tripped a booby-trap and felt something smack the side of my right leg, about mid-calf, forcefully enough that I thought I'd been bitten by a big snake.
It was a four foot length of one inch diameter plastic pvc pipe, the kind you would see used in interior plumbing. The last eighteen inches of it had been decorated with dozens of small sheet metal screws, all jutting out from it like little sharp spikes, each about an inch long.
I'd gotten nailed. But fortunately, the way it was constructed, with so many screws having been drilled into and through the piping, the material had lost a great deal of its structural integrity, so that where it hit the side of my jean clad leg, the piping had bent slightly - whipping me with screws more than it was probably designed to stay rigid and drive those screws into someone's flesh. It was really just a warning.
Really, after the initial shock of the pressure of being swatted, it felt like I had walked into in a briar patch and had a few thorns pricking my skin. But it got my attention, as was its design; it caused me to look around...and I suddenly recognized that I was approaching some grower's garden of cannabis. The half dozen plants I could see were about five foot tall, fully bathed in sunlight and they looked healthy and were maybe a month from being ready to be picked. They were hidden well in a small clearing of the scraggly timber on the sunny south side of the lake, able to get maybe five to six hours of midday sun. About 30 feet up the slope from the water's edge, and I was about 20 feet from the nearest plant, surrounded by the typical two to three foot tall weedy vegetation found in the midwest of America.
I just stood very still and began really surveying my immediate surroundings. The fine hairs raised on the back of my neck and arms and I could feel myself blush a bit as adrenalin dumped into my bloodstream. I could suddenly hear all the birds and bugs around me. We all know that zone which we sometimes enter. There were some small cedar and pine trees littering the slope of the point all around me, providing natural cover from view of prying eyes - from any boaters out on the lake...you'd pretty much have to know the stuff was there, or...be a bumbling fool like me to even see it.
I took a couple of deep breaths, having not seen anyone through the foliage, nor spotting any additional and possibly lethal traps...and I proceeded to back down the hillside towards the larger rocky debris at the waters edge, looking over my left shoulder, closely watching where I stepped...until I was standing ankle deep in the lake...and I turned and walked on back around the point where I saw my buddy toking on his own supply of the evil weed, now leaning backwards on his machine, acting like he owned the place.
"Dave, we need to get the fuck outta Dodge..I just walked into some hillbilly's skunk patch."
"Is it ready for harvest?!?"
"Nope and that's why we're probably still unmolested, let's get out of here. Now."
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Wow Wellmademale you could have had the lead roll in Deliverance II ...
Deliverance II, ok...but how about Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventures 