We had severe flooding here a few years back. I was hunting a NF that the main road going in was impassable for most vehicles. I have a lifted rubicon & had no problem. This NF has a few dozen residential houses in the middle. On my way out that night it was pouring rain again & there was a little honda with water above the wheels stuck in the middle of the road with no one in it. I had to wiggle around it. After I got a couple hundred yards past I saw a guy, in regular clothes, wading through, heading out the NF. I stopped & asked if he was okay. He said he lived back there & was just trying to get out, but couldn't make it. I asked where he was going & if he needed a ride. He said if I could just drive him to the closest gas station, he's get someone to come pick him up. So, I told him to hop in.
I tried striking up a conversation about the flooding & if everything was okay with him. He didn't want any part of any questions & came across rather rude & short tempered. Started making me kinda uneasy. The guy had a medium size camo bag with him & started kinda opening it & checking the inside & would quickly close it back shut. After a few miles he did this several times & I really started to go on high alert. Finally I had to ask him again, is everything okay. I got a harsh, yeah it's f'ing fine followed by him checking his stupid bag again. Now I had enough, & I asked, dude what's in the bag? You keep checking that thing every couple seconds & making me uneasy giving you a ride. He blurted out, IT'S NONE OF YOUR F"ING BUSINESS & I JUST NEED A RIDE TO THE F"ING GAS STATION!!!!. That was it for me. I stopped & told him I've taken him as far as I feel comfortable with & it's time he get out. He clinched his bag with his feet & hand & said again, just give me a ride to the f'ing gas station. I said hell no & he better get out right now. He flat out said NO! As soon as he did I reached across him & shoved his door open & said get out now. He started to yell something & resisted getting out so I shoved him as hard as I could with both hands. As he was falling out I began to drive forward. As soon as he was all the way out I sped up which closed the door on its own. I could see him starting to chase toward my jeep & yelling as I sped away. I was shaking like a leaf & no way I was stopping.
After I got a good bit down the road I realized he didn't manage to grab his bag while I was shoving him out. Again, no way was I going back. Just way too many red flags for me.
You just never know what you'll run into. Crazy stuff can happen at any time & you never know what might happen or what you might find.
