I was out hiking with my two sons (ages 3 and 5) yesterday in the Book Cliffs, about three miles from the nearest pavement at the end of a rough dirt road--it was really out in the middle of nowhere. We had hiked along a trail that went up a steep hillside, and after about half a mile, we turned around and started heading downhill toward the truck. It was then that I saw a person standing next to the truck, but there were no other vehicles in sight. Apparently some transient had been camped nearby, and after we'd left the truck, he started snooping around. I'm not exactly sure what he was doing, probably looking for a spare key hidden under the truck, but I saw him climb into the truck bed. At that point I yelled down to him to leave the truck alone, and he stopped what he was doing to look up the mountainside toward me, then ducked down behind the cab of the truck again where I couldn't see him. I yelled again, and he got out of the truck bed, but kept snooping around.
I knew then that there was something wrong with the guy--he knew I was there and I was coming down the mountain toward him, but he wasn't leaving. I decided to fire a warning shot, in the opposite direction from him, just to let him know I was very serious about protecting myself, my sons, and my property. After I fired the shot and yelled at him one more time to leave, I saw his arm come down in a sweeping motion toward one of the rear tires, and I heard the air suddenly escaping. He then slashed the other rear tire and left the area.
As I was hurrying down the trail toward the truck, he disappeared from my view in the bottom of a wash, and when he came back up the other side of the wash a few minutes later, he was wearing a large backpack which he hadn't been wearing before, so I'm assuming he was camped down there. As I was heading west and he was heading south, he slowly started looping around to the east and then northeast and was coming straight toward my sons and me. I really thought at that point that he was coming after us, and at a minimum I knew that he had a knife, and I thought that I might really have to use the handgun to defend my life. We were at the bottom of the mountain by then, and we headed northwest to try to put some distance between us and him. We ended up circling around each other about 1/4 mile apart, and finally it got to the point where he was hiking up the trail that we'd just come down off of, and he kept on going up. I finally felt safe enough to stop and dial 911, and I explained to the dispatcher everything that had happened.
About nine law enforcement vehicles arrived, and they even called out an airplane to search for the guy, but once he climbed to the top of the mountain (about 1,000 higher in elevation from where the truck was), he was off the narrow trail and could disappear in almost any direction. The police never did catch up to him--he had a one hour head start--but one Emery County sheriff's deputy got pretty close before he crested the top and disappeared into the juniper and pinyon pine.
I'm not necessarily certain that being armed saved my life, but I definitely question the mental stability of the guy. Before I'd even fired the warning shot to scare him off, he had cut holes in the two 5-gallon fuel cans that were in the bed of my truck, all presumably because I'd yelled at him to leave. He was bold enough to stick around even after I'd fired the warning shot, and the sheriff's deputy said that the guy was yelling down at him and taunting him as he tried catching up.
Apparently the guy wasn't afraid of me after he knew that I was armed (especially because he started walking straight toward me at one point), so if I hadn't been armed I think that yelling down to him would have been a big mistake. I shudder to think what might have happened if I hadn't been able to defend myself and my sons.
I knew then that there was something wrong with the guy--he knew I was there and I was coming down the mountain toward him, but he wasn't leaving. I decided to fire a warning shot, in the opposite direction from him, just to let him know I was very serious about protecting myself, my sons, and my property. After I fired the shot and yelled at him one more time to leave, I saw his arm come down in a sweeping motion toward one of the rear tires, and I heard the air suddenly escaping. He then slashed the other rear tire and left the area.
As I was hurrying down the trail toward the truck, he disappeared from my view in the bottom of a wash, and when he came back up the other side of the wash a few minutes later, he was wearing a large backpack which he hadn't been wearing before, so I'm assuming he was camped down there. As I was heading west and he was heading south, he slowly started looping around to the east and then northeast and was coming straight toward my sons and me. I really thought at that point that he was coming after us, and at a minimum I knew that he had a knife, and I thought that I might really have to use the handgun to defend my life. We were at the bottom of the mountain by then, and we headed northwest to try to put some distance between us and him. We ended up circling around each other about 1/4 mile apart, and finally it got to the point where he was hiking up the trail that we'd just come down off of, and he kept on going up. I finally felt safe enough to stop and dial 911, and I explained to the dispatcher everything that had happened.
About nine law enforcement vehicles arrived, and they even called out an airplane to search for the guy, but once he climbed to the top of the mountain (about 1,000 higher in elevation from where the truck was), he was off the narrow trail and could disappear in almost any direction. The police never did catch up to him--he had a one hour head start--but one Emery County sheriff's deputy got pretty close before he crested the top and disappeared into the juniper and pinyon pine.
I'm not necessarily certain that being armed saved my life, but I definitely question the mental stability of the guy. Before I'd even fired the warning shot to scare him off, he had cut holes in the two 5-gallon fuel cans that were in the bed of my truck, all presumably because I'd yelled at him to leave. He was bold enough to stick around even after I'd fired the warning shot, and the sheriff's deputy said that the guy was yelling down at him and taunting him as he tried catching up.
Apparently the guy wasn't afraid of me after he knew that I was armed (especially because he started walking straight toward me at one point), so if I hadn't been armed I think that yelling down to him would have been a big mistake. I shudder to think what might have happened if I hadn't been able to defend myself and my sons.