Jeremy in DE
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The post below reminded me of a funny story about a trespasser. What stories do you have? I'm not looking for a place to rant, but stories that will make everyone chuckle.
To get mine you have to know that behind my property is nothing but hundreds of acres of woodland, and beyond that farmland accessible only from the other side. There are a few small “roads” that mark the boundaries between parcels and/or that allow hunters access to their tree stands, but beyond that is is just woods
I was near my barn one day when I happened to look up upon hearing an engine back in the woods. Didn't sound like a four wheeler, but what else could it be? As I watched a small sedan crept out of the woodland on the boundary “road”. It crossed the ditch, and proceeded through my meadow toward me, running over the pine trees I had planted to be our future Christmas trees.
Furious and confused about where the car could possibly have come from, I ran to meet it.
But in the seat was a middle age lady who looked sober but frazzled.
“I am so lost,” she said.
How does one respond to that?
“How do I get out of here?”
“Go around the front of the barn, you'll see the lane down to the road.”
She drove straight on past the barn and past my gardens to the hedgerow by the old chicken house. She paused only briefly before turning left toward the road.
She paused at the top of the bank along the road. Then the engine screamed and the car leaped down the bank. She hit the ditch, the car bounced, it lurched sideways, it bounced again, and the front tires landed on pavement. They had enough traction to drag the rest of the car onto the road and away she went.
Where she came from, I have no idea. The boundary road is rarely accessible even to a truck. There is a dead end road a couple miles through the woods that accesses one of the fields. Maybe she ended up in that field and just kept driving up and down one overgrown lane after another until she finally popped out at my meadow.
But I'll never know why she didn't just turn around.
To get mine you have to know that behind my property is nothing but hundreds of acres of woodland, and beyond that farmland accessible only from the other side. There are a few small “roads” that mark the boundaries between parcels and/or that allow hunters access to their tree stands, but beyond that is is just woods
I was near my barn one day when I happened to look up upon hearing an engine back in the woods. Didn't sound like a four wheeler, but what else could it be? As I watched a small sedan crept out of the woodland on the boundary “road”. It crossed the ditch, and proceeded through my meadow toward me, running over the pine trees I had planted to be our future Christmas trees.
Furious and confused about where the car could possibly have come from, I ran to meet it.
But in the seat was a middle age lady who looked sober but frazzled.
“I am so lost,” she said.
How does one respond to that?
“How do I get out of here?”
“Go around the front of the barn, you'll see the lane down to the road.”
She drove straight on past the barn and past my gardens to the hedgerow by the old chicken house. She paused only briefly before turning left toward the road.
She paused at the top of the bank along the road. Then the engine screamed and the car leaped down the bank. She hit the ditch, the car bounced, it lurched sideways, it bounced again, and the front tires landed on pavement. They had enough traction to drag the rest of the car onto the road and away she went.
Where she came from, I have no idea. The boundary road is rarely accessible even to a truck. There is a dead end road a couple miles through the woods that accesses one of the fields. Maybe she ended up in that field and just kept driving up and down one overgrown lane after another until she finally popped out at my meadow.
But I'll never know why she didn't just turn around.