It is deer season ! What a pain in the rear it has become for me. Why do es everybody think it is their God given right to use my property, leave their garbage on the ground, nail stands into my trees, even cut down vegetation to get better shots, all without my permission?
For the most part I am fairly easy to get along with and I hunt deer myself. Hell I bought my hill farm with this in mind and I have my sons and close friends that I have hunted with for decades. During the year they help me on my projects and do the homework needed for success come hunting season. We get together and before the cabin went up we used an old motor home to rough it for a week or two of fellowship and lies about what great hunters we are. Always a wonderful time where old friends get to discuss the good, the bad, and the things that are important, at least to us.
Now the problem:
I have three brother in laws that I do not see from the end of deer season until maybe September, except for Dave who has become part of the group. He is a genuine nice fellow, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but a good guy and he is always there for anything that needs to get done. Can't ask for more then that.
Well I am home today because another of my BIL's decided that since I have two farms and can not be in both places at the same time he should put together a group to invade my flat farm and do what they please. I have not seen this guy or talked to him since last Christmas at my Mother-in-law's house. My son Jon called me on my cell to tell me about the invasion, he lives at the flat farm. Since his uncle was leading the group that showed up Jon was not sure if I had changed plans as we communicate well. I told Jon that I would handle the problem and NO his uncle did not have my blessings. I also had him tell his uncle to call my cell phone, I wanted to talk to him, but he was too much of a bitch to do that so I came home last night.
When I got there in the back yard was a beat up pick up stuck in the lawn. In the back was empty beer cans and garbage that blew out all over the yard from the high winds we had. The police were called, had the plate ran and it was not even registered to the truck. The police impounded it and now I have a major mess where it was stuck. My Brother- in-law does not answer his phone, caller I. D. I guess. Gee I hope he gets the messages I left him. Today I will call from a strange phone and hope he picks up. if not I head to the city to see him.
It feels good to vent! Christmas at the Mother-in-laws should be interesting this year.