I had always believed that Huron County was a rather safe place. I never felt the need to take incredible steps for protection.

However, I have decided that I need to rethink that philosophy after I was recently attacked by a violent gang.

I was in Caseville, parked along the side of the road and waiting inside for the fireworks to begin, when the mob started to rush my car.

With my windows up and my doors locked, I concept I was safe, but I knew that my job would necessitate me to leave the safe haven eventually.

Seeing how angry they were, I began to frantically search my car for something — anything — that would offer some sort of protection. However, in my search I came up empty handed unless some spare 4T Pull-Ups, a kids hoodie, an unexpected bottle of wine and several empty Coke cans would help. I did locate a partially full bottle of Windex and thought for a moment of the father in My Big Fat Greek Wedding, but I decided the window cleaner, with its limited range, wouldn’t help me either.

With the sun now fully set unhurried the trees, and neighborhood fireworks going up all around me, I knew that I had to exit my vehicle and face the facts that I was outgunned and outnumbered.

Reluctantly I stepped out of the car and began to move into position when they immediately started to attack. The suited hit came from behind and landed square on the back of my head. Meanwhile, the second almost simultaneously got me behind the knee.

It was at that moment I realized the hell I was in for, because frankly these guys were good.

For the next 22 minutes I took the beating of a lifetime. I didn’t know why it was happening, what would come of it, or if I would even survive. However, I knew there was no way the attack was going to prevent me from capturing the images I set out to take.

So as I was attacked, with my eyes closed and my arms and feet flailing in a full-defense mode, I held strong onto my camera’s wireless remote and began taking pictures at 4-second intervals.

Occasionally, between attacks I would have a quick second or two to glance at my camera to readjust my lens’ zoom and confirm my settings were on, but I was obviously quite distracted.

Following the vicious attack, my Samsung smartwatch congratulated me on an excellent workout. The watch was all too proud to report that I increased my heart rate and burned some obscene amount of calories while I was fighting for my life.

I obviously survived the attack, but the ride home was absolutely awful. My legs felt like they were on fire, and I had welts on every square inch of my upper body.

I had underestimated the enemy and because of that I became a victim. Frankly, I should have known better. I grew up in Northern Michigan and I am no stranger to these types of attacks.

I know one thing for sure, the next time I am heading out in the dark of night to get photos in the Upper Thumb, I will certainly bring adequate protection. I may consider just soaking in a barrel of DEET just to be safe, because the mosquitos in the Thumb are no joke. I am quite certain they are the size of pterodactyls and apparently they swarm in a giant black cloud of fury looking for the poor, foolish soul who forgot his bug spray at home. They also have no qualms biting on previously bitten spots because I swear I had welts that would compare to the Eiffel Tower.

— Scott Nunn is the assistant editor of the Huron Daily Tribune. He also is a foolish outdoorsman, who has long snubbed the necessity of certain essentials such as sunscreen and bug spray. Don’t be a Scott Nunn — bring bug spray, sunscreen and basic essentials on any outdoor adventure.