Trespassers have a special place in my heart...right down there with carnies and lawyers...LOL.
I was home alone (as usual) one night in Virginia a few months before I retired from the Navy. I lived at the dead-end of a road pretty far back in the woods, not a place you just "pass by". Nice house, but just built out in the woods in an effort to be "left alone" which if you think about it seems like a ridiculous paradox seeing how Virginia is so close to everything I want to be far away from.
At any rate, it is about 11 PM and I hear a car pull into my driveway. It had a loud engine and it woke me up from what should have been a quiet night's sleep.
The next thing I know, I'm hearing some voices both men and women and one of the women's voice says "This place reminds me of one of those horror movies". At that point I put the business end of my shotgun through the window and put out two rounds toward the other direction, but it was dark enough to see the fire come from the muzzle. Then in my best "horror movie voice" said as loud as I could, "Do you remember the part where the crazy old man come out of his house shooting?" All I heard then was the starting of the engine and the car tearing out of the driveway with "VIGOR".
OUt here on the prairie there is a philosophy. "SSS" which stands for "Shoot, shovel, and shut-up". My front loader will cut a hole deep enough and my mini-back hoe will make it even deeper so we don't get too many "trespassers" up this way very often. Like I said, if someone comes a callin' up this way and they aren't bringing a pie, you have to question their motivation.
I did have one of the guy with the meat in the freezer "case my joint" and when he came to the door, I had been cleaning an old .22 so he looked at that and made his pitch rather quick. I did buy some fish from him but told him he'd "better call before he comes next time or better yet, wait till I call him cause it is safer that way!"
So far, he hasn't returned and I doubt that he will.
We don't get many missionary's out this way. The LDS missionary's are almost always young men, between the ages of 18 and 22, wearing a white shirt, tie, dark pants and a name tag identifying them as LDS missionary's. They are always on "their own dime" for the entire 2 years of their mission which usually happens between high school and college. Ordinarily, I invite them in and feed them a meal, but I explain that they "don't have to "sell me a widget that I already own" and they usually get that...or I am a little clearer about it. But they are always very polite and very grateful for the meal or whatever you offer (other than liquor or coffee).
When I was digging the hole for my wind turbine, it was about 6 feet wide and 7 feet deep. Someone asked if I was digging a bomb shelter and I said "no, it's a repository for traveling salesmen and other unwanted strangers!"
They left in a hurry...LOL
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My mom taught me to never judge a religion until I got to know it (except scientology) and so we always invite church ladies in.
