Struggling to keep pace with the humour.Glenn Beck? Limbaugh?
Glad your well Lowell or should it be lower case l?
You guys have a little more rights in home protection than we do here in the UK but perhaps this tale about my brother will appeal to you?
He used to live in a cottage about a mile off the main road, nice place, meadows, woods, trout stream, get the picture?
One day two Irish Travellers, (diddycoys,showmen, tinkers, gypsies, what ever you want to call them)wondered down his track which clearly states No Through Road Private Property.
"Can I help you chaps?" asks Bro. "No sir just looking" says they.
" Well go and look somewhere else" says Bro.
Cue a torrent of Irish foul mouthed abuse and a departure.
My brother doesn't like being sweared at by anyone.
After taking his German Shepard and Rhodesian Ridgeback and .308 for a walk across the fields ( shortcut), he seemed in a better mood.
Later that day when he took is good lady into town for the weekly shop she happened to mention the Mitsubishi Pickup with the four flat tyres parked in the laybye at the top of their lane.
" That's bad luck getting four puntures" she offered.
"Mmm sure was" says he.
