Saturday March the 6th, it looked to be a great riding day and it was. Just slightly overcast about 50 degrees and the rain was not supposed to roll in until Saturday night late sometime. My cousin on a DRZ and I on my trusty WR400 made it to what looked to be a great place to park, unload and take off for a great day of riding. About 8:45 a.m. we unloaded in a very wide open area just off the highway. Trails led in 3 directions from the spot we parked and it was right next to the highway. Otherwise you were looking at about 3-4 miles of dirt road before you reached the campground area. We were not camping and there were others parked in this area so we figured why not. It had rained the past week so there wasn’t much mud but when you did run into a little mud it was the tackiest, stickiest, stuff you ever seen. It almost had the consistency of Play-Dough. About 2:00 p.m. I decided we better head back to the truck and load up. After all, we put on 50 miles and that’s about all the mileage this aging body can take. Plus I had a 3 and a half hour drive home. After arriving at my truck and loading up we jumped in the truck (Ford Ranger 2.3 Liter) and pulled out to the highway. I looked to my left and seen this truck coming down the highway in my direction. It was nothing out of the ordinary until he pulled up next to me (real close) and blocked most of my access to getting on the highway. I sat there for a minute and wondered what in the world he was doing. So my cousin jumped out of the truck just to ask what he was doing and he jumps out looking like someone just pissed on his Post-Toasties. So I get out, (still calm at this point) and walk up to him and before I could utter a word he looks at me and says “What do you guys think you are doing on MY land?” (In a very gruff voice I might add) So I am thinking to myself, there are no Private Property signs, no Keep out signs, no No Trespassing Signs, nothing, nada. So I look at him and said “So this is your land eh?” He looks back almost ready to spit and said “You Da*n right its my land!” So I’m thinking were riding in a National forest, people park here all the time, this guy is about 70-75 years old. Hes just a crazy, insane, old man. I turned to him and said “So all these trails leading from this area, You own these trails??” Without hesitation, “Yes I do!!!” So I add, “So basically what you’re telling me is you’re the government?” From this point on he starts his serious cussing, “Why you silly son of a B***h!!!” he yells. I turned to my cousin “Come on Lance, let’s go, we don’t have to listen to this redneck hillbilly.” He snapped back “The hell you say!” Then as I was walking away from him back to my truck I saw him open the door to his truck but I just thought he was leaving. My cousin yells out, “Dude! Look out! He’s getting his gun!” So by this time we are both in the ranger and he is standing about 10 feet in front of my truck unzipping the case that held his handgun. I had the truck running already so I didn’t have to start it. I thought to myself, if this guy draws this gun, I’m flooring this beast of an engine and if he’s in the way I am taking him out because I am not going to let someone draw a gun on me. So as he was sticking his hand into the case I dropped the clutch, hammered it down and headed for him. He dropped the gun in his panic and I’m pretty sure I ran over the gun and as I looked back in my rearview it looked as if he was pointing his gun at us and was going to fire. I was ready to get down below the dash while driving and drive blindly for a few seconds if I had to but luckily he didn’t get a shot off and I drove like a mad man al the way back to Fayetteville, AR. And this was all just because we PARKED on his “supposed” land. We didn’t litter, trash it up or tear it up in any way. You never would have known we were there. I don’t need many more riding day like this because I think this day took about 10 years off my life.