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I had one of my first dealings with a truly insane person last night. While my brother and Dad were hunting on our next door neighbor's land yesterday, they happened to notice that a strange car was parked at the far end of one of the fields. Since our neighbor, an 81 year old widow, has repeatedly requested that we help to keep unauthoried people off of that property, my Dad decided to investigate a little. All he asked hunter was who he was, and that set the hunter off pretty bad. At that time he was just rude, but as it turned out the confrontation wasn't over just yet.
Fast forward about five hours. Mom, Dad and I are sitting at home when the phone rings. Mom answers, and when she asks who it is, the man identified himself as the same person whom Dad and Keith had encountered earlier on the hilltop. He asked for my Dad, so Mom gave him the phone and stayed on the line so she could listen in. The guy then proceeded to threaten Dad's life for about three minutes straight. Understandably concerned, Mom and Dad called the police and an officer came over to the house so we could file a complaint.
By the time it was all said and done, we decided to press charges on the guy. Mom remembered him from high school, and from her recollection of his personality he's a coward. Unfortunately, we have several horses and a dog who could bear the brunt of his aggression since he isn't likely to challenge any of us personally. Now comes the good part. No one in my family has a particularly timid personality. Our system of home defense consists of a 12 gauge shotgun and a 130 lb. Great Dane. So while we weren't cowering in fear from the threat, we weren't we taking it too lightly either. Last night Dad slept with the 12 gauge under the bed, Mom had her .25 caliber in its usual spot, my brother had his 12 gauge and my 15" villager in his room, I had my 19" Gelbu Special and meter long heavy cane sitting by my bed, and the dog slept in my parents' room as usual. Several times during his threat the wacko told Dad, "You don't know who you're messing with." I think he had it backwards. HE doesn't know who he's messing with. Just thought that you might appreciate hearing about how my khuks helped me sleep a little better last night. Thanks for the peace of mind Uncle Bill.
Fast forward about five hours. Mom, Dad and I are sitting at home when the phone rings. Mom answers, and when she asks who it is, the man identified himself as the same person whom Dad and Keith had encountered earlier on the hilltop. He asked for my Dad, so Mom gave him the phone and stayed on the line so she could listen in. The guy then proceeded to threaten Dad's life for about three minutes straight. Understandably concerned, Mom and Dad called the police and an officer came over to the house so we could file a complaint.
By the time it was all said and done, we decided to press charges on the guy. Mom remembered him from high school, and from her recollection of his personality he's a coward. Unfortunately, we have several horses and a dog who could bear the brunt of his aggression since he isn't likely to challenge any of us personally. Now comes the good part. No one in my family has a particularly timid personality. Our system of home defense consists of a 12 gauge shotgun and a 130 lb. Great Dane. So while we weren't cowering in fear from the threat, we weren't we taking it too lightly either. Last night Dad slept with the 12 gauge under the bed, Mom had her .25 caliber in its usual spot, my brother had his 12 gauge and my 15" villager in his room, I had my 19" Gelbu Special and meter long heavy cane sitting by my bed, and the dog slept in my parents' room as usual. Several times during his threat the wacko told Dad, "You don't know who you're messing with." I think he had it backwards. HE doesn't know who he's messing with. Just thought that you might appreciate hearing about how my khuks helped me sleep a little better last night. Thanks for the peace of mind Uncle Bill.
