yeah i had a place i hunted for years when my grandmother was still alive. sadly after she passed so did my ever producing yankee/confederate camp. boy was is it goodie. I Also had permission for 4 more houses next to hers in this area and the relics stretched from one to the others. so as i find out who the new homeowners are, we strike up conversation and he is interested, followed by 'sure you can look whenever". good deal, that weekend i'd go back. so he wasn't there, but his wife was. ouch! she comes out screaming and then calms down (TALK ABOUT MENTALLY UNSTABLE) then she says ok, you may hunt til dark, but after that no more. ok i thought, no problem. so as i am about 15 mins hunting, a sherriff's deputy walks up and asks me if i know what it means to trespass, etc. i explained the husband ok-ing me and then her screaming, but, ok-ing me as well as long as i go and never come back after tongiht. Needless to say he laughed and agreed about what i called her...and i apologized to him, left the bullet in the ground (just about turned the plug over to retrieve it) and was on my merry way. so, guys, maybe someone needs to write a book on what not to do and how to avoid head/mental cases in regards to our passion/hobby. LOLOOLOL!
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