I walked up to a neighbor who'd yelled and shot me the 'bird'. I didn't see the rifle in his hands til I was about three feet from him. I asked him if he was mute; otherwise why didn't he tell me what he was mad about. He kept the rifle trained on me. I thought my son was behind me, but he'd ran to the house and got his dad. I was realizing this nut could kill me and I heard the loudest click I ever heard. His face went white and he dropped the rifle. I swung around to find my Bill with a ..308 trained on this guy. Needless to say, he got real talkative really quick. Seems he thought my son was driving through there too fast.