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Post by robfromshasta on Aug 2, 2007 23:25:14 GMT -5
A cocky U.S. Department of Agriculture representative stopped at a farm and talked with an old farmer. He told the farmer, "I need to inspect your farm." The old farmer said, "OK, but don't go in that field right over yonder." The Agriculture representative said, "Mister, I have the authority of the United States Government with me. See this card? The card means I am allowed to go WHEREVER I WISH on any agricultural land. No questions asked or answered. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand!" The farmer nodded politely and went about his farm chores. Later, the farmer heard loud screams and saw the Agriculture Rep running for the fence and close behind was the farmer's huge-horned prize bull. The bull was gaining on the Agriculture Rep with every step. The Rep was clearly terrified, so farmer immediately threw down his tools, ran to the fence and shouted out.....
"Your card! Your card! Show him your card!"
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Post by beale on Aug 28, 2007 18:06:51 GMT -5
Thanks robfromshasta. I am still rolling laughing on that one. I can imagine those two feds at the Peaks of Otter doing something like that and they would deserve it.
I had an encounter with one of Jimmy Luck's bulls on one of my Beale Treasure adventures. It was about 30 degrees one morning I had on a green hooded sweatshirt and a bulky backpack that was the color of hunters--------you know agent orange. I had already asked Jimmy for permission to search a certain section of his pasture land. Upon my crossing his barbed wire fence line by crawling under shoving the backpack in front of me. I walked a couple of hundred feet down the hill. About ten cows to my left didn't bother me at all until one of the biggest one which was a bull starting walking my way. I didn't move to see if he would go back to what he was doing but no the bull keep getting closer and closer. At about fifty feet away I decided it was time to do something. I took the backpack off, got out my dad's old 38 revolver------I said to myself if I shoot this bull I am going to have to pay for him. But as I lowered the backpack I saw the bull's eyes shift to the backpack lying on the ground at my feet. The bull was now fifteen feet in front of me. I got the idea I said maybe the backpack is what the bull is after-------it being orange maybe the bull thinks it is a wounded animal or something. So, very slowly I took my sweater off and wrapped it around my backpack. The bull stared a couple more minutes then wondered back to the cows. I carried my wrapped backpack back to the car with myself freezing to death but I believed I had out smarted the bull. At least I got away without having to kill or pay for the bull.
I have another encounter on the opposite side of Goose Creek from the Bull I will save that one for later.
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Post by Rebel KGC on Sept 5, 2007 15:20:58 GMT -5
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