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So there I was, a young man raised in the rice patties of norther commifornia until 14, then moved to a sizeable town/city. My dad was redneck as fuck, him and mom came to Ca. when my much older brother was a baby from Oklahoma. I ran wild out in the expansive fields and had not boys to play with, just dad's bosses three daughters. I spent a lot of time alone doing retarded stupid shit with little to no guidance.

When we moved to the city I fell in with the wrong sort, booze, drugs, like that.

Failed marriage at 27, already boozing but then I began hitting the bottle in earnest. Mom died not long after that and I drank even harder.

Then dad and I decided to move back to where he grew up. He wanted to spend time with his remaining living siblings, and I thought the change of location and type of people would do me good, which it did but I still had a lot of fail to come.

Anyway, dad took me fishing a little but not nearly enough when I was a kid, and hunting I think once. I wanted to embrace these activities in redneck land and I did. I was pretty ignorant but enthusiastic.

So one night during the dead of winter I'm out there on the bank of Lake Texoma doing everything wrong to catch fish but enjoying the fire. It was a local teen drinking spot which I was unaware of. Despite it being cold as fuck a couple of guys brought their girls out for some beer drinking. It's a dirt 'road' that dead ends at the bank. I'm off to the right a bit, I have no vehicle as dad dropped me off. I'm next to a log/pile so obscured from their view, thought I don't know how they didn't see some light from the fire. meh

I stoke the fire making no attempt at stealth, in fact thinking to have them notice me.

After some time it occurred to me that I might score some free beer. I stand up and start walking over. I recall thinking, damn how are none of these people noticing my presence yet as I move toward them.

I get maybe 20 -25 feet away and one of the girls spots me and alerts her 'man'. She is not overly panicked but there is some urgency in her tone. He on the other hand freaks the fuck out and starts herding them all into the truck and it looks like a typical group of city folks in a tv scene fleeing a scene in terror.

Mind you at the time I consider myself to be the clueless city boy and them to be the rednecks, until this played out anyway.

I walk back over to the fire and have a good time making fun of them with myself for a while.

Good times.