The time I called the cops, there was a pack of teenagers partying right in my driveway... it was really weird, and one of those situations, like the pee-ers, where people back up to what they think is a dead end and don’t even realize there’s a house back here. Like they can’t see past my gate.
Well, they were drinking and carrying on and I watched awhile without them seeing me, and there were enough of them, and they were drunk enough, that I didn’t really want to take on all of them alone, because I feared mischief, enough to be a problem but not quite cause enough to start shooting. They were tossing those rr ties that Richard used to keep around like a big javelin. I pictured one of those getting tossed through one of his windows.
So I called 911 and explained where they were, and watched, and it was funny... the cops did a gotcha... they turned their headlights off when they were alongside the pasture, and when he turned the corner into the store, he turned on the spotlight. I watched close then, in case any of ‘em tried to bolt over the gate, but they didn’t. ;~)
But IMHO... a weird place to have a party.