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Originally Posted by ghak99
I'm missing two pretty expensive stands that I'm 90% sure some dumb ****ing kid stole while hunting the best spot I have that I was saving until I could actually get some ****ing field work finished. Of course, I figured this out after rearranging hired help so I could actually hunt a morning. And after climbing 28 ****ing feet up a tree. In the dark. I was seeing red by the time I got back to the ground.
This dipshit I had never met stopped by on his 4 wheeler, which he parked in the ****ing yard when the gravel was 10' away, and asked if he could hunt back in September and was told no. Even whipped out his handy dandy phone with the land owner map app, that clearly states all the owners names, to ask about a half dozen other farms we don't even own. All of which are leased or being hunted. Then, apparently, commences to hunting half of them and mine. Two neighbors told me when and where they'd seen him go in and out last week but I had yet to catch him or confirm it was him. On one of the occasions he was dropped off on the road and picked up after dark.
Knocked on his parent's door... Yes, parents. Confirmed everything I had already been told about the little semen sucker, except the stands. Confirmed he stutters when saying sir while scared. Convinced myself he wasn't learning a god damn thing and left it at the next time I'd just send the sheriff. 10 years ago I'd have drug his scrawny ass out into the yard and thrown him a beating he'd have never forgotten. Which pissed me off even more while driving home when I realized for the 5th time this week that I've gotten old.
Anyone know a hot 18 year old with aids? I'd like to set her up with this pillowbitergot looking **** I now know.
I'm also considering changing my stance on late term abortion. Anything under 18 is sounding fine with me right about now.
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Yikes. I've considered putting big ass fences up around all my fields but there is no way that's feasible. **** people.
I hear you on the getting old business. I felt about 300 when I climbed off the combine. **** combines.
I know I've mentioned it here before, but we had bagged up 10,000 bushel of corn and we had posted it no hunting. Opening weekend of pheasant season there was a pile of beer cans around the no hunting sign and they had cut open the bag with a snowstorm in the forecast. We got it hauled out but I was fit to be tied.
**** people.