Mike-1960 wrote:I hope to strike a deal with the wilderness owner; once I find out who he is. A guerilla garden and maybe thinning out some of the deer herd. With a gift basket and a good offer, who knows where it could lead?

You are right! My wife and i are never shy about asking to hunt when we find a land owner. Lots will say no but some say yes and a few say no one ever ask before. With us we have found some people dont like rifle hunters so we will agree to bow hunt only (thats the way we had rather hunt anyway)
If one owner says no ask the next guy and the next, offer to help out with taking care of the land, maybe clear some brush or bush hog a field and always leave it better than you found it to build the trust and some will come to a point around here that they will tell us to stop asking to do things and just do what we think is best and treat it like our own. BUT we are in the south and people here a different from anywhere else I have ever been

Dankim said:
"BUT we are in the south and people here a different from anywhere else I have ever been"

Moved from IN to TX in 80, will never go back because of the friendly attitudes in the south! Folks down here ARE different.

Mike, here's the thing about the majority of thugs: light em up good once and they'll never come back. I mean, chew the living sh!t out of them, they'll recieve the very strong message that you will NOT put up with their sh!t in your neighborhood. Word will get around fast, too.

dankim wrote:

Mike-1960 wrote:I hope to strike a deal with the wilderness owner; once I find out who he is. A guerilla garden and maybe thinning out some of the deer herd. With a gift basket and a good offer, who knows where it could lead?

You are right! My wife and i are never shy about asking to hunt when we find a land owner. Lots will say no but some say yes and a few say no one ever ask before. With us we have found some people dont like rifle hunters so we will agree to bow hunt only (thats the way we had rather hunt anyway)
If one owner says no ask the next guy and the next, offer to help out with taking care of the land, maybe clear some brush or bush hog a field and always leave it better than you found it to build the trust and some will come to a point around here that they will tell us to stop asking to do things and just do what we think is best and treat it like our own. BUT we are in the south and people here a different from anywhere else I have ever been

Thanks Dan. In fact, just last night, one of my work friends approached me about the same deal. No rifles but bow is ok was the answer he received from a different place. I need to check WV's crossbow laws (an incidental thought). I thought first, I would ask him about just the garden because I am sure he would have been questioned by hunters before. I am certain he would bring up the subject before me and I don't know who he is yet. If everyone could see this area, it is a deerhunter's dream. A small rise with some scrub on top for concealment, with hundreds of yards of open area for 270 degree radius. Would also make a great listening post for when SHTF. Also behind the scrub could be the guerrilla garden and better yet a good bugout location (properly prepared) in case the development got overrun.

After doing an aerial recon of the area, (relax gang, didn't use a plane---for those who haven't thought of it yet; mapquest offers the feature) and the biggest problem is lack of water in the area. The closest I could find was so covered with pond slime, I'd be reluctant to drink it after filtering bleaching and using purifying tablets.

What I found that could have been water along the developments construction road turned out to be a hole in the ground with concrete chunks in it. I see it as a future checkpoint, lp, and our most overlooked and weakest flank---for now.

PhunkyMunky wrote:Mike, here's the thing about the majority of thugs: light em up good once and they'll never come back. I mean, chew the living sh!t out of them, they'll recieve the very strong message that you will NOT put up with their sh!t in your neighborhood. Word will get around fast, too.

Thanks my friend, as always. I had just finished the book "One Second After" so a couple of months after SHTF; the thought of militant, organized gangs; being lead by professionals; invading areas to pillage was fresh in my mind. Those that have know about the posse. A damned good read btw.

Lol! Just thinking about thugs reminds of an article I once read in soldier of fortune back in the late 70s. I was a casual reader and checked it out occasionally. The article was how a pocket comb could save your life. Kinda reminds me about the altoids tin also. As a squid, I wasn't too interested in soldier magazines.

What it stated was that if you use it as a slashing weapon; it could do some damage; as well as the oils from your hair could cause the wounds to fester. Well, I mentally filed it away but never thought I would have to use it.

About 25 years later, a safe civilian again, I had just gotten paid for my weeks work cash, my car in the shop for an alternator, I was headed over to the bar for a couple of beers, hoofing it. Figured a couple of brews and a cab home. Between pt a and b I got intercepted by a gang who circled me ; demanding my money. Around 7. I said you aint getting it and they warned me again. Well I was damned if they were getting my paycheck; life or death. Adrenaline and stupid John Wayne bravado? Yeah. If they had a gun or a real knife I would have been toast. It was dark and they couldn't see what I had. I kept talking squat then instinct took over. I aimed for their weakest link and told him I am coming after you! He backpedaled in a hurry and lost his taste so I had the gang in front of me. I guess they felt they were dealing with an amateur maniac so they lost their taste so they withdrew. A couple of beer bottles whizzed by my head and that was the end of it. I made it to my bar and instead of the beer I had a couple double JD shots. Afterwards I found myself laughing that I chased off 7 or 8 thugs with a pocket comb. After I quit shaking when I realized I was safe.

Lesson learned. Carry a phony wallet in your back pocket while keeping the real one in another when in a questionable neighborhood. Tell them ok go get it. Throw it opposite direction of which you are going to bolt but in this day and age; all bets are off with gun involvement.

No animals were harmed in the creation of this feature....Dammit!

Signed
Member #1 of the End of the Line Gang.