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So I was carrying the last pound or so of flowers out of my grow on Saturday and about half way to my car I'm greeted by a fellow in his mid 50's or so with a little dog. One second I'm walking on the edge of a bean field, basking in the glory of a completed season and then all of a sudden a fellow comes out from the bushes between the pond and field and asks me what's in the three, five-gallon buckets I'm carrying.... And that was the beginning of a dicey little encounter that lasted the duration of a quarter mile walk and then some.
"What's in the buckets."
Hey, what's up? Nothing you'd be interested in," I replied.
"You hunting deer?"
"No, I only shoot birds."
"Fishing?"
"No. Are there fish in this pond?"
"Yeah, there are. You making meth or some shit like that?"
At that point I stopped, faced him, took off my sunglasses, looked him square in the eye and told him that I had nothing to do with meth or those who used it. I told him I just wasn't that kind of person.
Then I asked him if he had ever heard of ground cherries. He hadn't, so I explained what they were and told him that I had a couple of secret patches that I'd been fighting the local deer for.
The mood had seemed to soften a little so I told him my first name and asked if he was the land owner. (He was.) I complimented the property and told him that I had been interested in purchasing it since seeing it for the first time the year before. I told him I'd had a professional photographer out on his corner of the prairie taking photos.
He asked me why I hadn't called him or the realtor and I told him that I had talked to a woman and then gave him the description of price and parcel size as related by her. I also took that opportunity to quiz the land owner on a bunch of details that I hadn't gotten from the realtor. I asked the guy for a business card so I could call him in the future with any questions. And he confided in me that a connector route to the interstate was going to be built on the property line in the future and that the land wouldn't stay quiet and peaceful for long.
He gave me his card, I introduced myself. We chatted a bit and then he removed his truck from the entrance it was blocking to prevent my escape and I was on my way with a last load of ground cherries...
Talk about a rush. I had nothing planted on this guy's property. I was only using it for access. And btw, most everything I told the guy was the straight-up truth. Just not the whole truth.
lw
"What's in the buckets."
Hey, what's up? Nothing you'd be interested in," I replied.
"You hunting deer?"
"No, I only shoot birds."
"Fishing?"
"No. Are there fish in this pond?"
"Yeah, there are. You making meth or some shit like that?"
At that point I stopped, faced him, took off my sunglasses, looked him square in the eye and told him that I had nothing to do with meth or those who used it. I told him I just wasn't that kind of person.
Then I asked him if he had ever heard of ground cherries. He hadn't, so I explained what they were and told him that I had a couple of secret patches that I'd been fighting the local deer for.
The mood had seemed to soften a little so I told him my first name and asked if he was the land owner. (He was.) I complimented the property and told him that I had been interested in purchasing it since seeing it for the first time the year before. I told him I'd had a professional photographer out on his corner of the prairie taking photos.
He asked me why I hadn't called him or the realtor and I told him that I had talked to a woman and then gave him the description of price and parcel size as related by her. I also took that opportunity to quiz the land owner on a bunch of details that I hadn't gotten from the realtor. I asked the guy for a business card so I could call him in the future with any questions. And he confided in me that a connector route to the interstate was going to be built on the property line in the future and that the land wouldn't stay quiet and peaceful for long.
He gave me his card, I introduced myself. We chatted a bit and then he removed his truck from the entrance it was blocking to prevent my escape and I was on my way with a last load of ground cherries...
Talk about a rush. I had nothing planted on this guy's property. I was only using it for access. And btw, most everything I told the guy was the straight-up truth. Just not the whole truth.
lw
