Geoff Schroeder
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sitting on a log in my ghillie suit, dekes on the river, finishing a committed teal. The teal locks up, coming straight at me. I rise to shoot and right at that very moment, three guys come charging *and firing* through the reeds on the opposite bank. Before I could pull off the bird, the reeds around me sounded with shot, at the same time I registered the shot spraying across my mid chest. Much cussing ensued, but the danger of the situation was apparent, and I turned my back on the three completely unrepentant jackasses. They took off as well, back the way they came. I have not hunted that SWA since.