All that came to mind while reading this thread was a moment of remembrance I had. Tri and I were going to go fishing in a remote area we had previously enjoyed. But our second trip we headed on up to what felt like the top of the world tri went and put air in our pontoons as I kept warm by the fire. Out of no where came some younger men in their 20's I assumed. Like normal I graciously said hello. And with that they laid many guns on our pick nick table. Words that I normally would have scoffed and mocked and even would debate came rattling out of their mouths. I didn't notice but tri was graciously and nervously talking then packing our boats. Tri literally had to get us....and me out of there. We hauled ass out and I have no desire of returning. We were not carrying. We should have been on that trip. Either way we were fine but to fear a place so beautiful is irritating.