My Dairy  The killing fields of Odem TX

Are they after the Rod?
As I laid there around the 600 mark, the bullets were flying over our heads. They pinned us to the ground and the bullets were landing only 50 to 60 feet behind us. I have never been in this situation before in my life, and I don’t want it to happen again.
We were out casting on the new field, all excited to try the new rod that had been wrapped by The Reel Shop in Corpus. Dalyn and I had walked out to the 700 ft mark with Surfgirl when we heard the report of a gun, "Bang, Bang, Bang." We started walking back and got to the 600ft mark when the bullets started to fly over our heads. Dalyn shouted, "Hit the ground. They are shooting at us." Spur was at the 500 foot mark and was laying flat with us. The bullets were flying over our head "zzzzzzipppp" and seemed to be getting closer. They were only landing about 50 ft from where we were.
After having been shot at for about 30 to 40 rounds, the firing stopped. By this time, Bryan had jumped into Spur’s truck and was making his way towards where the shots were coming from. He was blowing his horn and we were all shouting and the shots were landing closer.
Suddenly the shots stopped. We all stood up and started to make our way back to the trucks in a crouched run. We only got about 5 steps when it started again. Dalyn was now convinced that they were shooting AT US. More rounds made their way towards us. As I laid there I thought," My dear old dad and granddad did this!!"
I was sure the shooters had got their range, and I lay waiting for the bullet to hit. "Who is it that would want to kill a bunch of casters?" The shooter had us pinned for about 20 minutes in total. Spur made a break for it as he could see the bullets landing around the Dayln, Surfgirl, and yours truly. He figured they were shooting at the bunch and managed to get back to the trucks.
Bryan now decided he had to come out and get us. He thought one of us might have been hit. He had seen me drop and the bullets land around us. He drove Spur’s truck out and gave us the cover of the vehicle to get out of the line of fire. We all crouched behind the truck and he brought us back to safe ground.
Laying their with no weapon and no cover, just waiting to take the bullet was a very scary feeling. The only thing I had to protect myself was the measuring wheel. ( I placed it in front of my head to protect it, thinking that I might live if I get it in the shoulder.) Surfgirl was in a better situation as she had her head jammed firmly up my butt. It would have to have taken a mortar shell to take her out.
Daylin was pissed, and if he had a gun on the second attack he would have returned fire. Why were they trying to shoot us.? Was it one of the British rod manufacturers after the new blank? When I got back to the truck I was going to phone the police but was not sure where we were, so I phoned Guy, my hero. I kept out of view and hit the the mobile. The conversation went like this.
Me: "Guy, there is someone shooting at us."
Guy: "Has anyone been hit?"
Me: "No!"
Guy: "Well, don’t worry about it."
Me: "Guy, you don"t understand. This chap is trying to kill us. He has shot 50 plus rounds at us and we have been pinned to the ground for over 20 mintues."
Guy: "Oh, where is he?"
( I could see Guy truck aproaching the casting feild.)
Me: "He is in those trees to the left."
( Guy was driving his wife’s Ford and drove over the bank in the direction of the shooter.
We could clearly hear more shots and were thinking that he might be shooting at Guy.)
Guy found them.
It was a father theaching his son how to shoot a 45 and a 9mm !!!!
He thought Guy was joking when he was told that he had people pinned down only three hundred yard away on the other side of the trees.
This is a true story. I thank God that we all lived to tell the tale.
Daylin, after this happened, told me that he has hog hunted with dogs for over fifteen years and never thought he would die on the casting field, and that he has never been in such a dangerous situation. He said when the second attack started, he was convinced we were the target. He did tell me that we were all facing the wrong direction. What did we learn?: We all had our bodies at the shooter where in fact we should have been laying with our ##### at the shooter.

This is a true story. I thank God that we all lived to tell the tale.

I love Texas.

Regards Nickaway.