Wednesday, May 17, 2017

"All" books published & Thoughts & Day 169 CJSM

 
News: All 8 of my Amazon books are now
available for Kindle and in paperback edition.
 
visit: Amazon books
search: Carl Schuler
 
I wish you " Good reading". Enjoy!
 
 
 
 
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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