Dead horse, pot plants, meth lab, moonshine still, cave full of thousands (millions?) of ladybugs, and a homeless/druggy encampment with a four foot mound of children's school bags. I'm not sure how the druggies could have stolen so many backpacks but I've had a cold heart toward sunken-faced beggars posing as veterans ever since. Don't do drugs kids.
We were in the backwoods a long ways from anything and came across a patch of ground that had been tilled and raked with little green plants in neat rows about 10-12 inches tall. The land owner asked us to inform the sheriff. We went to the sheriff's office and told him what we'd found. He had to call his deputy in from patrol so we could take him to the spot. While we were waiting for 45 minutes the sheriff suggested that next time we run across marijuana, we should just cut it down and bring it to the sheriff's office so they wouldn't have to call the deputy off of patrol. I declined to agree to do that... For obvious reasons.
Me. "What's the difference?"
T.C. Carroll "It's the difference between right and wrong!"