It was very scary

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I was reading a conversation by “purplealabaster” about privacy. She is dealing with a neighbor who has video cameras aimed at her house. While having a conversation with her about this subject it reminded me of something that happened to me when I was a teenager. We lived in the country on 200 acres of farm land and woods. My dad was not a farmer but gave local farmers free use of the fields so the fields would stay as fields and not turn into woods. My dad was a hunter and hunted deer, rabbits and turkeys on his land with his friends. It was posted to keep strangers away but if anyone asked to hunt the land, Dad usually said yes., as long as they stayed off the side that our house was on. When I was a teen I was helping my mother with chores and one was to take the paper trash from the house and burn it. You can't burn your trash anymore since the community opened a dump and recycle center. This particular day I had just lit a match to burn the trash when I heard a loud bang, and I could feel a bullet blow by my head. I dropped to the ground. I saw a man down in the field with a gun, he was dressed like a hunter. No one was ever allowed to hunt on the same side of the road as the house. My mother came running out the door when she saw mw fall after the sound of a gun shot. I yelled and told her I was ok but someone was in the field shooting a gun. She called the police and it didn't take long before a state trooper showed up. I had crawled back to the house by then. (staying as low as possible) The trooper looked for the hunter and his car but he obviously realized he shot at me, not a deer and he ran. It was very scary and from that day on the state police drove down the road every day of hunting season to make sure no one was hunting on our posted land. My parents are gone and my sister renovated mom and dad's house and posted all the land that belongs to her so no one can hunt there – ever. My brother's land is posted too, but he still allows his friends to come to hunt during the season. I haven't touched a gun since that day. I don't want anything to do with hunting. How about you? Are you a hunter? If so I hope you are more careful than that idiot that almost shot me that day.