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Yesterday evening I was hunting a new property that a friend and I gained access to earlier this year. It was a little breezy and almost comfortable which is RARE for an early season Georgia hunt. At some point I heard movement behind me and turned to see two guys working their way toward me swinging metal detectors. Hunt over but the drama was only beginning. They were wearing earphones ( for signal detection) and walking with their heads down so it took forever to get their attention. One of them finally lifted his head and I was able to get his attention. He immediately took off his earphones and approached his ( cowardly, no good, lucky to be breathing, better be glad I was stuck in a tree, punk face, goofy earphone wearing, no girlfriend having, mama's boy buddy) and together they came over to my tree. It wasn't long before they start getting loud. I explained repeatedly that a friend and I had exclusive rights to be on the property. They were clearly disappointed and angry and knew they didn't belong so they just kept yelling. After a few unpleasant exchanges one of them harnessed all of the goodness from within and chose a rather elegant way to describe me. It rhymes with ( other trucker). I was done at this point and suggested once more that they leave or I'd have to contact the owner. They mumbled a few more obscenities and started back in the direction they'd come from. Then one of them dropped his detector, picked up a rock and drilled me in the leg with it. They cut out of there running like children. I hung there thinking about how glad I was that I wasn't on the ground because these savages may have beat me senseless with their detectors. Dear November, please hurry and get here.