Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Nantahala Silence

From comes the story of one fellow's unique way of handling some teens who were filling his campsite with hip hop noise pollution.

I strapped my .45 Auto onto my belt next to my largest Bowie knife and six extra clips. I draped my camo poncho over my shoulders with just enough bulge to generate great suspicion as to what sort or hardware might be hid there, yet provide no solid evidence that could be used to report the presence of weapons to Forest Service officials.

His solution is much more creative than it appears at first glance.

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