Ever made a wrong turn and ended up where you shouldn€™t be?
I was on my way back from a job in Waverly,TN yesterday and decided to take some back roads toward Nashville. So I dip off hwy 50 onto a road called €œcobble to only rd€. It€™s an old one lane, dirt, county rd that cuts up a ridge, through three or four hollers, across a dozen or so creeks for about 18 miles then back to another hwy. Just something to break up the monotony. So I€™m cruising down it and flipping through the gps and see a road called Malugin Holler LN. Looks like it cuts north and adds a few miles, but dumps you out on the same hwy. I€™ve never been down that particular rd, so I give it a shot. Pull up to the road and there is an open gate across the road. I thought maybe it was a €œsnow€ gate for when it might now be passable during certain seasons. But I can clearly see on google satellite view. that this road goes all the way through.
Regardless, I drive on through, make it about 3 miles in, come around a blind corner and there€™s a red Silverado with a truck and trailer sideways across the road. So I stop, see something out of the corner of my eye and there€™s a guy in full camo walking up to my passenger door.
So I roll the window down, greet him and he immediately loses his ****. Cussing me every way he can, wants to know who I am, where I am from, why I€™m on his property, how many guns I have, who my boss is, if I€™m with the game warden, etc... all the while he has his hand behind his back in his shirt. I am about 16 miles from pavement, no service and alone. I offer for or five times to just turn around and leave. He informs me that I€™m not leaving til he says I can.
Granted, I€™m a big boy and this mid 60€™s super intoxicated guy was a wee feller. The fact that he could have drawn on me and left me parked right there for the rest of forever and no one would have ever seen me again, made me rethink just flipping him the bird and driving off. So lots of yessirs and no sirs were involved. Eventually(20 min later), after multiple times of talking him down from being irate, him searching the bed of my truck and peered in my windows and questioning why I had three tubs of baby formula in the passenger seat, he told me to turn it around and never ever come back.
Got the truck turned around and start my way back. About 300 yards down the road I found a corner and found a nicely stacked pile of 3 dead buzzards right in the middle of the road that were not there when I came through the first time. So I took that as an additional message to gtfo. Daggum Silverado looked like it was BJ Baldwin behind the wheel the last 8 miles or so of cobble to only rd.
Get back to the office and I decide to google the guys name. Who knows what I€™ll find? So I throw in €œJohn Pruitt Hickman Co€. Immediately pulls up a court case for a double homicide about 3 miles as the crow flies from where I was by a John Pruitt in 2015. No clue if that was him, or how he would be out. But I don€™t want to go back and ask.