Trespassor in the burbs on Christmas Eve
Back to the original story from the OP.
I had a similar thing happen this weekend which is really unusual since I was at the Burb House.
I was waiting for the kids to come over for Christmas Eve dinner when someone knocked on the door. That was strange. The kids just walk in, to get to my front door you have to go through two gates after walking through an acre of farm equipment I move back and forth from the farm...kinda messy most of the time. There are posted signs and I am well known for my pineapple with a circle slash (Colonial Unwelcome Symbol), and a Great Dane who chases people for fun.
I have some woods because I built there 30 years before city people came in and started putting miserable little half acre lots in.
Anyway, there stood a man with an absolutely spotless and new hunting vest. He introduced himself as a neighbor (hell I don't know my neighbors and don't want to) and he said he had shot a Deer with his crossbow in HIS back yard (one of the half acre people) and it had run into my woods. He just wanted to let me know he was there because he knew I didn't like trespassers.
Well....there were a couple of things wrong with that. First, it's illegal to shoot a cossbow there since the Burbites took over, second, telling me he was there didn't change the fact that I didn't like trespassers and last, he was too damn neat and clean to be a hunter...(I think the idiot really did shoot a Deer though. I found a blood trail)
Anyway, I stuck a little 444 Derringer in my jacket pocket and took him back in the woods and explained that if there was a Deer there, he needed to drag it the hell out of there NOW and if there wasn't one, he better get his ass out NOW. He seemed to understand.
I did find a blood trail, it jumped my creek into another old piece that was fairly large (8 acres), then into a subdivision. I told him to find it and hope none of the soccer moms called the cops.
He left and hopefully understands that NO TRESPASSING is not French for welcome, and I had him covered the whole time and he never knew it.
Back to the original story from the OP.
I had a similar thing happen this weekend which is really unusual since I was at the Burb House.
I was waiting for the kids to come over for Christmas Eve dinner when someone knocked on the door. That was strange. The kids just walk in, to get to my front door you have to go through two gates after walking through an acre of farm equipment I move back and forth from the farm...kinda messy most of the time. There are posted signs and I am well known for my pineapple with a circle slash (Colonial Unwelcome Symbol), and a Great Dane who chases people for fun.
I have some woods because I built there 30 years before city people came in and started putting miserable little half acre lots in.
Anyway, there stood a man with an absolutely spotless and new hunting vest. He introduced himself as a neighbor (hell I don't know my neighbors and don't want to) and he said he had shot a Deer with his crossbow in HIS back yard (one of the half acre people) and it had run into my woods. He just wanted to let me know he was there because he knew I didn't like trespassers.
Well....there were a couple of things wrong with that. First, it's illegal to shoot a cossbow there since the Burbites took over, second, telling me he was there didn't change the fact that I didn't like trespassers and last, he was too damn neat and clean to be a hunter...(I think the idiot really did shoot a Deer though. I found a blood trail)
Anyway, I stuck a little 444 Derringer in my jacket pocket and took him back in the woods and explained that if there was a Deer there, he needed to drag it the hell out of there NOW and if there wasn't one, he better get his ass out NOW. He seemed to understand.
I did find a blood trail, it jumped my creek into another old piece that was fairly large (8 acres), then into a subdivision. I told him to find it and hope none of the soccer moms called the cops.
He left and hopefully understands that NO TRESPASSING is not French for welcome, and I had him covered the whole time and he never knew it.