Back roads were serious party areas. You could drive out to nowhere and not see any houses or see any cars and just turn up the stereo and party dude. It was convenient I guess. Every once in a while you would pass one of your friends driving and it would be hysterical because you were both in the middle of nowhere doing the same thing.
We were partying one night on a road that just ended. It was a dirt road and suddenly it just stopped in the middle of a big field. This was completely normal. Past the field there were trees, but there were no houses in sight.
Someone noticed two small lights coming from the woods, and I got this creepy feeling like when I watch Unsolved Mysteries. The lights were coming closer and closer, directly across the field. I wasn’t sure what the hell it was and there was a collective anxiety among the group. We stood together facing the lights coming our way, squinting, trying to make out what it was. Suddenly directly in front of us was a gigantic Bigfoot type truck, plowing through the field, coming right at us. It was bouncing up and down. The truck pulled up in front of us, asked us if we were hunting, explained to us that they were cracking down on illegal hunting, told us to have a nice night, and then drove back through the field. We were in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, smoking blunts and underage drinking, and the Deer Police almost busted us.
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