You Call That a Knife?

A story out of St. Louis:

A 67-year-old man fishing in a pond in a north St. Louis park fended off three armed robbers with his fishing pole Tuesday night. According to police, the incident occurred just after 10 p.m. September 28 in O'Fallon Park when the fisherman was approached by three male suspects age 15, 16 and 20. The suspects produced a handgun and announced a robbery. The fisherman resisted, and a struggle ensued wherein he defended himself with his fishing pole.  :: source

Ah, fun in the woods!

This little story reminds me of an incident from last year.

I was at McKee-Besher, a 2,000 acre bit of Pittman-Robertson land near my house.

I had only left my car about 20 minutes earlier, and was noodling around in a front field, looking for groundhog settes, when I heard a sound like heavy equipment coming from the gravel parking lot provided for hunters. It did not go away and, wondering if my car was in the way of road-grading equipment, I walked out with the dogs to see what was up.

And what did I find?

Some kid in a Jeep, slamming his car through a deep hole he had already made in the public parking lot, spinning donuts, tearing up the grass, and sliding his own vehicle perilously close to my own.

I yelled at him, but he did not hear, so I slid my pack off my back and walked up with a 6-foot steel digging bar in hand (it looked like a hiking stick).

And guess what this fool did? He got out of his vehicle brandishing a knife!

No doubt that move had worked for him before, but I started to laugh. You see it was like Crocodile Dundee. He had this little Shraeder knife in his hand (no doubt very sharp), but I had a machete in my pack and a six foot steel digging bar in my hand (I doubt he had ever seen one of those before!).

I explained to this fool that I would kill him dead where he stood if he hit my dogs with his vehicle or came at me with that knife.

And then I reached down, took out my camera, and calmly took pictures of Mr. Testosterone!

Of course, he cursed, but being a coward he did not advance.

Good thing too, because I would have killed him, have no doubt about it.   A terrierman does not have to look far for a shovel!

The pictures, below tell the rest of the story, and you can see his knife in his hand in the one below.



Punk with knife in hand, but scared to advance!




Gets in his jeep.




And exits like the coward he is.

Leaving ruts behind him.



Right. 

As Mick Dundee, might put it:  "Just Kids havin' fun."

The dogs and I went on to hunt and had a very nice day in the field too.  But I think I reported on that!
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