I am trying to reach out to this listener.
A listener writes “Hi wes, back in 1985 my best friends and I decided to drive up to Rainbow River to spend a weekend camping out I was really excited to go spend a weekend in the woods when I was packing, I also grabbed my 357 Magnum.
I’m glad I did because that first night something attacked our tent scaring the s*** out of all three of us. I grabbed my gun and unzipped the door and dove out into the open in a tj hooker shoulder roll coming up on my feet to face a huge creature whose eyes seem to glow red in the campfire light it growled at me.
I responded by firing three rounds right in its chest it screamed and ran off in to the woods with incredible speed the three of us immediately broke camp and headed back home to St. Petersburg FL without so much as a word the entire way home. I haven’t been camping since.”