[laughs]

... and I drew and aimed right at him.

And he stood there.

And I'm sitting there thinking in the back of my head, my youngest was less than a year old, and I said, "I'm going home." And I said, "Drop it." And in the back of my head, I'm going, "I don't want the responsibility, but if it comes down to it, I will go home." Fortunately for both of us, he did the twitching, turned and ran.

Now I'm grabbing my radio, going, calling, "Machete, machete.

He's got a weapon.

He's running." And later Paul admitted, he's like, "Shit, I thought we were gonna have to shoot him." So he ducks into this tall grass.

Okay.