HiOldSilver
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Ladies and gets
Last week I met a very nice elder gentleman and after a pleasant conversation I asked if he lived anywhere near my area. The gentleman said he farms several hundred acres about 20 mins from my house. As I am familiar with his area quite well, I hunt several farms near him, we naturally spoke about acquaintances we have in common. This man's 30 years my senior, approximately, but the farmers allowing me hunting space are his age, and he knows them quite well.
The conversation gravitated toward older properties and I sprung the question. This gentleman said he has no issue but will give right of refusal to his bride. I agreed and asked if she likes apple pie. The man smiled and replied, "yes". I said I'd be stopping by in the near future with a pie and will be ready for some conversation with him and his bride. I parted the conversation with a smile on my face because I just friended a gentleman and possible new friend.
This morning, off from work, I had several hours to play. Straight to the local bake shop for an apple pie
Twenty minutes later I was ready to launch a friendship, new MD site, and possibly get one slice of apple pie. I pull into the farm's driveway, and guess what? Nobody home! Feeling deflated, not for long (I had pie) I drove off to my local park to salvage my "planned" morning. I thought I might have a sit-down and possibly swing at the farm.
I arrive at my local park feeling good, it's a beautiful day here! The farm will wait. I kick-start the v3i and I'm off to an area that's filled with millions of signals and has been pounded for decades. I have found two Mercs and a Rosie here so it's not all too bad. I'm hunting for 45 minutes or so and here comes a Gator, 6 wheeler, with a mid aged park employee. Mind you, this is my local park where I've hunted in the nude without a peep from the masses. Just kidding about the nude, that would scare most! He pulls-up to me and we greet. He asks if I located anything good and I asked if he had a waste basket. Lol. We laughed that off together. I emptied my trash pouch and shared my clad digs. A brief conversation about MDing and my finds. I shared the silver finds and pointed where they were from. "God bless you,sir" I said to him as we ended our chat. Yes, that's right, a park employee who could care less that I was MDing the park. Two years ago two other employees stopped by me and had a good chat. They ended the conversation with telling me I can MD as long as I fill my holes. I responded with informing them I have hunted here for quite some time and they have yet to see evidence I was ever here. They responded with a,"you're good!" We laughed together. Granted I feel it's my right to use the public facility, it's all in the way you approach things. Attitudes get attitudes. There's no need for that bunk. Happy Hunting!
HOS
Last week I met a very nice elder gentleman and after a pleasant conversation I asked if he lived anywhere near my area. The gentleman said he farms several hundred acres about 20 mins from my house. As I am familiar with his area quite well, I hunt several farms near him, we naturally spoke about acquaintances we have in common. This man's 30 years my senior, approximately, but the farmers allowing me hunting space are his age, and he knows them quite well.
The conversation gravitated toward older properties and I sprung the question. This gentleman said he has no issue but will give right of refusal to his bride. I agreed and asked if she likes apple pie. The man smiled and replied, "yes". I said I'd be stopping by in the near future with a pie and will be ready for some conversation with him and his bride. I parted the conversation with a smile on my face because I just friended a gentleman and possible new friend.
This morning, off from work, I had several hours to play. Straight to the local bake shop for an apple pie
Twenty minutes later I was ready to launch a friendship, new MD site, and possibly get one slice of apple pie. I pull into the farm's driveway, and guess what? Nobody home! Feeling deflated, not for long (I had pie) I drove off to my local park to salvage my "planned" morning. I thought I might have a sit-down and possibly swing at the farm. I arrive at my local park feeling good, it's a beautiful day here! The farm will wait. I kick-start the v3i and I'm off to an area that's filled with millions of signals and has been pounded for decades. I have found two Mercs and a Rosie here so it's not all too bad. I'm hunting for 45 minutes or so and here comes a Gator, 6 wheeler, with a mid aged park employee. Mind you, this is my local park where I've hunted in the nude without a peep from the masses. Just kidding about the nude, that would scare most! He pulls-up to me and we greet. He asks if I located anything good and I asked if he had a waste basket. Lol. We laughed that off together. I emptied my trash pouch and shared my clad digs. A brief conversation about MDing and my finds. I shared the silver finds and pointed where they were from. "God bless you,sir" I said to him as we ended our chat. Yes, that's right, a park employee who could care less that I was MDing the park. Two years ago two other employees stopped by me and had a good chat. They ended the conversation with telling me I can MD as long as I fill my holes. I responded with informing them I have hunted here for quite some time and they have yet to see evidence I was ever here. They responded with a,"you're good!" We laughed together. Granted I feel it's my right to use the public facility, it's all in the way you approach things. Attitudes get attitudes. There's no need for that bunk. Happy Hunting!
HOS
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