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All this hunting gear reminds me of when I was a kid. We lived out in the country about 50 miles north of San Francisco.
Seemed like each year around pheasant season we would see someone drive in the far end of our orchard (without permission) in an expensive 4WD truck or Jeep.
Sometimes before I could run them off they would take a shot our direction and pepper the barn or the tractor.
When I got to them they would invariably be dressed to the nines in expensive hunting clothes, fancy boots, hats, and carrying incredibly expensive shotguns. City slickers!
And they would say the same things "We thought this was open country." "We didn't know we needed permission to shoot out here". Or the best one of all "We have permission from the landowner".
Seemed like each year around pheasant season we would see someone drive in the far end of our orchard (without permission) in an expensive 4WD truck or Jeep.
Sometimes before I could run them off they would take a shot our direction and pepper the barn or the tractor.
When I got to them they would invariably be dressed to the nines in expensive hunting clothes, fancy boots, hats, and carrying incredibly expensive shotguns. City slickers!
And they would say the same things "We thought this was open country." "We didn't know we needed permission to shoot out here". Or the best one of all "We have permission from the landowner".
