[goat granny]

I had a friend buy well digging equipment and started to dig his well....the township came by when he wasn't home an lock up the well as he never got a permit. He got the lock off and started to dig his well...being ticked off, the next time the county came because they had noted his well was working again...Needless to say a car pulled into his driveway to lock the equipment again, but this time he was ready, had his gun holstered and demanded a search warrant. The couldn't produce one and since the equipment was his own, they couldn't fine him...they fine the professional well diggers, but couldn't do anything to stop him from using his own equip and they were trespassing while harassing him, using not too pleasant vocabulary told them to get off his property and not to trespass again, he might think they were there to steal from him and he was a pretty good shot with his gun....they never showed up again....Don't mess with farmers. Some of the chicken shit county people have the balls when the one they are after doesn't knows his rights. Gil was a sweetheart but I sure wouldn't want to get on his bad side. I think you would be a lot like Gil if the county started harassing you....:o) Thats not a bad thing.

I had a guy pull into my drive way on the farm, got out of his car carrying a shot gun. Said he would like to hunt on my property...He was told no so he got what he though was smart and said I noticed you got a pheasant run (I did and had about 30 young pheasants) and its illegal to raise Ring neck pheasants. I informed him he was mistaken and for my own use I can raise as many as I want, now get off my property...He figured he could intimidate me by coming to my house with a gun....ass hole never came back..

[Salamander]

When dad was fixing up the mountain for the deer, he had to clear cut a meadow for their buckwheat and clover graze.

Naturally, there was a lot of small branches that the pulp wood buyers did not want so he threw them into the ravine, thinking nnothing of it.

The EPA came buy and told him he couldn’t “foul a waterway”.

We all said WTF?

Turns out that over a two centuries ago, according to a 1789 map, the ravine was once a small stream.

There are hundreds of constantly shifting underground springs here and they come and go, over time.

But once they’re gone, they’re gone and nothing is left but the gully.

We all found this fascinating and he continued to throw brush into the ravine.

The EPA came again.

This time, dad met them with his rifle slung over his shoulder.

[coyotes and bears ya know, can’t be too careful]

Words were exchanged and the EPA dweeb never returned.

The brush is still there, along with the shrubs that grew up around it, after all these years and lots of wildlife uses it for food and shelter.

For myself, there’s gun and Doberman signs on the front fence.

I have not seen one pencil pusher in at least 20 years.

The last one I do recall was a 1990 Census taker.

She showed up while I was cleaning a 30.30 on the front porch with my yard Dobes laying at my bare feet.

I did not get enumerated, that year and have never gotten a form in the mail, since.

I must have impressed her.