Went shooting on Monday

I went shooting on Monday with my brother in law and a few friends, But this post isn't about that. It's about the weird things you find in the desert.

The spot I like to shoot at is about 3-4 miles from the end of a paved road, can be truely described as the middle of nowhere, and at the base of a 500' hill. As we are shooting this guy comes sprinting into the center of our group. He has blood on his clothes from scrapes on his arms. He looks very confused and proclaims loudly "I don't know any of you!"

It took a few seconds to allow this moment to sink in. After several well placed questions we have determined.

1. He is drunk.
2. Had been on the hill since 2am.
3. Has no idea where the rest of his friends are.
4. Fluent in the use of the F-word.

Luckily we had noticed his camp sight on the way in about 1.5 miles away. I told him to hop in my truck and I would take him back. About half way we spot a guy. Picture Clark Grizwald walking in the desert after he wreck the family truckster. He has his shirt off, but it is still put to good use. He has it wrapped around his head like a terrorist just out of the shower. After he promised not to puke in my truck and he profressed an oath to owe me a castle for giving him a ride. Yeah, he now owes me a castle. I should have had him write that down, but any way back on the trail.

I left them at their camp and told them I would be back in a couple hours to check on them.

Here they are when we stopped back at 9:00 am.

There was also a guy and girl in the tent doing, what I assume, Bible study.