Getting off the beaten path is one of the reasons why we love this lifestyle so much. Not a day goes by when we don’t feel gratitude that we can roam far from civilization and still earn a living in places like this:
The natural areas where we set down temporary roots don’t see a lot of traffic for most of the year. Wherever we look, it’s apparent that we are the invasive species.
However there comes a time every March when the weather gets nice and there’s just no way to escape the throngs of happy families headed out on vacation and cramming into places like Big Bend National Park. It’s the other version of March Madness: Spring Break.
Even down along the Rio Grande (you know, where Trump thinks he’s going to build a wall) we had company. And this time the neighborhood got quite interesting.
In one state park campground, we met a guy who was camping with about seven of his own young kids. As he spoke to us with his mini-bus door wide open, we could clearly see he was carrying a pistol underneath the driver’s seat.
But oh, it got better later on. After relocating to another area near Big Bend National Park, our only neighbor apparently also decided to take advantage of the new Texas Open Carry Law.
After he showed up, we heard “Pop! Pop! Pop!” and a lot of ricochet noise happening outside our rig. We looked out to see our only neighbor, showing his kids the fine art of being a redneck moron. He was shooting at a target just about 20 feet away from the campground perimeter and 40 feet from our front door. Close enough to freak out our dog Wyatt and cause us to flinch whenever we heard a bullet ricochet.
Edited to clarify: He had been partying with friends and yes, he was shooting (and allowing minors to shoot) from his spot inside the campground. He was standing in his campsite, shooting out toward the target—expressly indicated as a Prohibited Act, according to the WMA Rules…
In our nine years of full-time RVing, we’ve never seen such a reckless act of idiocy by a fellow camper.
Even though we were out of cell range, our RV Datasat system gave us the ability to use our Voice Over Internet Protocol to make a phone call. “Call the sheriff!” I said to Jim.
“And tell them what?” he said. “Call a Texas sheriff and say that there’s a guy shooting a target at a campground in Black Gap? Right. They’ll laugh their assess off.”
Unfortunately I had to agree. After all, we’re in Texas. So we put up with the “Pop! Pop! Pop!” until nightfall, when the idiot had the good sense not to shoot in the dark.
If you saw a campground shooter, what would YOU do?