Hold it. All of you planning to agree too strongly, please don't. Just understand my confusion based on the following true story.
Sunday afternoon I set out to take a few big bales of hay to cattle as the ground was finally solid enough again to do so safely. One place that I rent is a popular hunting spot for the owner's relatives and all sorts of other unknown people. As I neared the road gate I noticed a nice and shiny red full-sized pickup parked in the ditch, suggesting there were hunters somewhere in the brush and timber. It had a message emblazoned on the front window, as some do these days, in 10" high letters that read, "Redneck Romeo". The plate holder on the front bumper had a sign that read, "Nice girls suck".
My plan was to drop off a few bales of hay at the far end of the pasture from where I had been feeding. That took me pretty close to where the hunters were probably hidden but, hey, that's their problem not mine. I drop the bale, pull over a bit, then proceed to "call the cows". Most cattle raisers have some sort of signal that their cattle know means "get your big butt over here". Some use the vehicle horn, some use special sirens and whistles and some do it vocally. As you may have guessed, bellowing is my specialty. You do this a few times, wait to see response, then repeat as needed based on wind direction and other factors. Sooner or later every cow on the place will be very close to you.
The hunters were close enough that they had heard/seen me drive in. They were not familiar with the bellowing process so decided that I must have a problem and was trying to get anyone's attention to help me. They shouldered their guns and walked up to see if they can be of help. Remember, these are the occupants of the Redneck Romeo and Nice Girls Suck pickup. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be a gal named Jennifer and her "friend" Angela.
I suppose I should have asked them about the pickup markings but I was so flabbergasted I simply couldn't bring myself to do it.
Nice girls suck, and then they take your truck.
I cannot think of an appropriate response.
Normal activity never upsets deer and to bag one simply takes being in the right place at the right time.
On surveys I ignore them and the deer simply watch me all day long or stand hidden all pissed off and snortin at me. Look em in the eye or start walkin there way and they will disappear.
Years ago on the farm, we only had to crank up the 1948 Ford truck and drive to the barn to bring the herd in. Flat head six with straight pipes that could be heard for a country mile.
It's the new millennium, ol' buddy...get use to it.
There's a ratty little custom cycle shop I take my "farm equipment" to...just because it's "too old" for the Harley dealer to work on. I got their business card from a friend. It says the owner's name is Terry. (you can see where this is going)
I called the first time I wanted to used them. "Brad" answered. Brad says hold on. He hollers and asks Terry if they can look at my scooter. Sure, bring it in.
When I arrived there was 110 lb., 5' brunette sitting at the front desk. I asked to see "Terry". She said "that's me"....I tried real hard not to be took back, but by the grease on her hands and (tight) t-shirt, it was evident she was the HMFIC around there. They do great with my stuff and Terry knows how to work on them.
The only "bumper sticker" I saw on her was the tat on her right forearm that said "51% sweetheart, 49% bitch. Don't push it." I bet there's more, but that's somebody else's business...not mine. 😉
Why did you end the story there???? It had such a good beginning!
This is the...ummm...forum, isn't it?
