Ah the joys of old sidehiller and bushpiggy. I love the smell of whacked stubble in the morning! Just pump out some Wagner on the PA while you whack; you won't need guns if'n the aboriginals think you're crazier than you are. If they "take it to the streets", the ones stopping in for a visit won't waste a bullet on your posted signs. Night of Living Dead scenario; you won't win that one, buddy, so don't whistle your way to neurosis believing you will. It ain't that long a distance from landed gentleman to wolfpacker. If you should get lucky and survive the first wave, remember that guns don't keep evil away, just make it focus better. The stench of rotting flesh and severed heads on pikes is the way to go: vide Heart of Darkness. Have fun now.

"cousin" jack