After 11 hours of hunting we were heading out via a well rutted 4x4 track, when out of nowhere a local appeared started shooting the breeze, seamed innocent enough at first talking about hunting. then shit started getting strange he had Luke measured knew what boots and what size he was wearing. kept trying to pin point where our camp was with me and Luke not agreeing where camp was. a comment that stuck for me was. Gee you fellas got some flash rifles i was asked is yours a 308 i said nah its a 243 he replied oh two 243'sLuke never mentioned he had a 243 but from 6 feet he was cased. we had found some primo fold out chairs that must of fallen off a truck. we asked are these your chairs the old boy said Nah boy you have them they yours. he asked if we had seen a Nissan truck up their we said no hadn't seen anyone at all. any way we headed off but not before it was suggested to us to drive our truck up there early the next morning so he could drive in behind us and not get blocked in Fuck That. as we were 2-3 hours from camp we put the foot down. as we got further away bits of the conversation with the old boy weren't making sense. it was clear to me and Luke we were cased for our rifles and my gps, with stories of guys being held up for their gear in the past we weren't prepared to take our chances. we found the old boys truck on our way out but no camp? he had told us he had been bush for six days ok wheres camp?. fuck this we thought it was strongly suggested by Luke that if we heard a vehicle we would hit the bush. about 1 Km down south road fuck vehicles we dropped in to the bush in seconds the old boys ute plus a nissan ute at high speed flew past. we couldnt help but think they were looking for us. we crossed over the road and went bush those vehicles went back and forth a couple of times that we were aware of. after a further 2 hours we made camp. it was a brush with the locals i did not enjoy we may have over reacted but we weren't risking it.
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