Passenger: "Whatcha shootin'?" Jeff: "We're just leaving." Jeff is a big dude, and was wearing a 1911 on his hip (locked and cocked). At this time, he pulled his shotgun out of the bed of his truck and chambered a round. He obviously sensed something I didn't (hey, I was only 20). They got the hint and drove off. Best I figure, they were either Coyotes (illegal-alien smugglers), or were thinking about taking our guns, the premise being that we had shot all our ammo and were done for the day. Hell, I had a full mag in my 9mm and another two on me. He had his 1911, the shotgun, and at least one BUG (he would never tell me how many BUG's he always carried). Once, on a ridealong, we got a call of shots being fired. Time was about 0100. So, off we go looking for the culprits. We are on a dirt road, no lights anywhere, running blacked out. We come into a big auditorium looking pit near some homes. Two big, ugly mean looking guys with AK47's had a little range setup and were wailing at some beer cans. When they realized we were there they just turned and stared at us, AK's at the low ready (one of the rifles was actually smoking a little). Jeff put the car in reverse and we just backed up until they couldn't see us anymore. He did a 3 point turn, and we hauled ass out of there. Anyone else ever have any strange encounters?