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Plus:
Cruise!? You brag!?
Hmph! Me---uh…too!?
Not to be
insulted out-done; after all, I am
her “best” beau
Me beauty-love
and friend upon a boat---I let her…row!
Plus:
Day 169
The day Becky
tied the “trespasser’s” door
To the steering
wheel in case he shot Mom & Dad
Becky
was about 5 or 6 when this “inconvenience” occurred.
We
had purchased a farm of 214 acres; a “neighbor had 40 acres contiguous to our
property.
I enjoyed deer hunting; so did the trespasser
neighbor hoodlum who liked hunting on my side of the fence. I had “politely”
requested that they stay on their own property, three separate times, all to no avail. The fourth incursion caused
me to call the Sheriff.
When the law showed up, I took him to the tree
stand of the interloper and the lawman asked the criminal to stay off my
property. I left when the law did, but, the neighbor was plenty mad and butted
the door of my brand new 4-wheel drive truck with the muzzle of his shotgun.
(Yeah! In the “great” state of Illinois, only shotguns and muzzle-loaders are
allowed for deer; recently the state added a handgun season.) We exchanged a
few words, of sort, and I went home.
The “Idiot” came over to my land with his son
to confront me; Candy and the girls saw him approach and while we “discussed”
things in the field, Becky tied a piece of hay twine to the man’s door and
steering wheel so that, if he shot me and Candy, he couldn’t get away.
When I tried to explain that I had been
patient in three attempts to establish my legal boundary line and that he and
his family had ignored my requests, he became even more agitated and in
exasperation, said, “You’ve got all
this land and all I have is 40 acres!” He gestured wide.
I cooly replied, “It’s for sale---if…you can write a big enough check to
buy it!” He left.
Thanks! Becky! For looking out for your old
Dad; I appreciate the effort.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “No Trespassing!” Memories!
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