I'd totally be nervous out there in the woods unarmed and having meth addicts around.
I'd totally be nervous out there in the woods unarmed and having meth addicts around.
I'm always armed when out working, but meth heads are the least of reasons why I carry.
Yup. A Taurus Judge, or a Smith & Wesson Governor, would be on my "to get" list.With Winchester PDX1 Defender rounds. 3 1/4" discs and 16 BBs. Off hand target shooting shows a 18" pattern at 15 feet with my 3 inch.
Primitives are more of a problem.
They will show up in the most inconvenient places. Pull their campers to right next to stock water, preventing livestock and wildlife from drinking. Run their noisy generators. Argue with you when you tell, and show, them they are on private land. Race their toys around tearing up the ground and vegetation and claim they are enjoying nature. Show up at the house and want to borrow tools because they didn't come prepared and something broke. Something they don't know how to fix. Complain about the lack of cell service and then complain if they can see any towers (non-cell) within their view. Ask me if I give my cattle antibiotics and growth hormone and tell me how to run a "sustainable operation" because they read an article somewhere. Tell me I shouldn't run cows because they are non-indigenous, and then tell me I should run the BLM scrub horses instead (which are completely non-native). Tell me that if THEY lived here, they would do nothing but enjoy the views and start and artist and philosopher community. Commit the faux paus of asking me how many cattle and acres I have (really? and what is YOUR net worth? or some years it would be "what is YOUR debt?" lol).
Oy. Such stupidity.
I scared a bunch of them off of our property several years ago.
I was working on our combine that day, we had the feeder housing off, and I had my hands threaded into the "guts" of the machine like a Chinese puzzle, up to my elbows.
A carload of them drove up, I think they were selling something. Tried to make small talk with me, with little success.
One asked me if I was overhauling it or doing major repairs to it. I said, "No, just routine maintenance." (I was changing the rasp bars on the thrashing cylinder.)
They left about 30 seconds later.
The best thing about the makers of meth, if they aren't using, is they don't want to see anyone or have anyone see them. Kind of like a black bear. So you might come across sign that they've been around but not actually the people.
The best thing about the active users is that they are so discombobulated they can't physically organize their bodies to fight. And if they are between uses they are in town looking for more, not wandering around your ranch looking for trouble. The worst they do is steal tools to hock for more meth money.
I'm always armed when out working, but meth heads are the least of reasons why I carry.
The choice one has then--and there are no other choices between these two extremes for the deaf--is either to be paranoid, suspicious, fearful, of all things, or just to say, "Screw it, life is a lottery, a game of chance anyway," and to carry on as if no perils exist (although of course they do).
<<has always considered himself the biggest winner in life's lottery.
I'd totally be nervous out there in the woods unarmed and having meth addicts around.
But I think tomorrow, Monday, I'll invest in a telescope to mount on the railing of the back porch.
They didn't ask you why you "rape the land?" lol
Maybe you should think about a .30-06 or a .300 Winchester Magnum to mount that "telescope" to, Coach. Then set up a position on the back porch.
I swear, if I could hear "bumps" and "thuds" during the middle of the night, I'd be a nervous wreck.
Bah humbug.
I had a friend who was deaf and took the offer of a hearing ear dog. For four days.
She said she couldn't get any work done, couldn't take a bath in peace, and didn't sleep nearly as well because the darn dog was always alerting her to some knock, ring, or thud. She marveled that hearies could get anything done with all the interruptions.
Now that I'm down to four cats, excellent watch-dogs all, I'm starting to give thought--probably about the time I'm down to two cats, because of old age--to getting a couple of dogs to "hear" for me.
But I'd train them myself, to differentiate between important sounds and unimportant sounds.
Any dog can be trained to do this; dogs are smart animals. I figure when the time comes, I'll just go to the local veterinary and ask for a couple of mutts, mongrels, rejects, I don't care what kind or what mix, or whether they're old or young, male or female. And then I'll train them myself.
I hope I'm not intruding in this thread Frank but I know a deaf lady who has an "alert cat" specially trained to go up to its owner when they hear any unusual sounds. Have you ever looked into this?
I hope I'm not intruding in this thread Frank but I know a deaf lady who has an "alert cat" specially trained to go up to its owner when they hear any unusual sounds. Have you ever looked into this?
I'd totally be nervous out there in the woods unarmed and having meth addicts around.
an "alert cat" specially trained
He says it wasn't the adjustable wrench that scared the three of them away.....but then he wouldn't tell me what it was that did, saying he had to hurry and get to that other place.now i want to know more.
<<mystified, but whatever.
Somehow, to me the idea of a specially-trained cat is hilarious.
Consider the countless thousands of cat ladies, for whom housecats are the most important thing on earth, and not one has ever been able to train a cat to do anything but eat.
Cats are okay, if that's your thing, but I think you'd have more luck training dairy cattle, or guppies.
The bug-eyed property caretaker was out here this morning, to pick something up from here that he needs to use on another property, and commented about my most-recent experience.
For the record, the caretaker, along with 99% of all who've been out here, has never seen franksolich in any condition excepting decent and civilized and utterly decorous.
He says it wasn't the adjustable wrench that scared the three of them away.....but then he wouldn't tell me what it was that did, saying he had to hurry and get to that other place.
<<mystified, but whatever.
now i want to know more.
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,64987.0
Maybe they was scared of your "tool".
Sorry Frank! I couldn't resist. :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf:
But it's not impossible to train cats (perhaps this applies only to once-feral cats, though), once the cats understand how much better life for them is, three squares a day, a warm place, as compared with the way they used to live.
It was the whole package, so to speak, Frank.
Always a sound idea. It's better to have a gun and not need it, than need a gun and not have it.