What do your neighbors think of you...really?

pitdog said:
No worries here, my neighbours know I'm just a regular guy !;)

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By pitdog2010 at 2010-11-16
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WTF...ha ha ha ha
 
Haha, really don't wanna know! Not as bad as the guy in question but did get a few odd looks from lady to my south setting snares and twitch ups for my old rat problem. She likes my machetes though after dispatching an old blackberry bush for her in between our properties.
 
What neighbors? :D

Nearest neighbor here is 1/4 mile away. Everybody in the area has known me since I was born and know that I hike, hunt, fish, etc. Most of them hunt, fish, and so forth as well.

Not to mention we're all farmers.

If somebody sees me with a deer, squirrel, rabbit, or whatever, they come over and have a chat with me and see how the hunting or fishing is.
 
I also usually pee out in the yard, but I pick a spot where noone can easily see me. Easy in the summer, a little trickier in the winter.

The old neighbors up the hill didn't like us very much. The new neighbors up the hill seem to like us at least a little. The man very well may be getting me a new job at his company, a very big upgrade pay-wise from my past jobs. In return I plan on helping them finish the attic to use for bedrooms for the little girls. They're the only neighbors we have any contact with.

In AmeriCorps NCCC last year, I stayed in Beatrice, NE. We were in the "city" subsidized housing, and we were cutting trees along the Big Blue River to make it more visible and accessible. With all the wood laying around, I started bringing some home to work on my spoon carving. We had a little patch of grass about 5x5 feet out the back door, so I parked a little chopping block there and was frequently seen chopping with the 19" Wetterlings there in the evenings. The neighboorhood teenagers and kids sometimes stopped and talked as they went by. One young man (I use the term loosely) refused to understand why I could possibly want to carve a spoon. Regardless of how I explained it ("So I can eat my soup", practice knife skills, "it's a hobby", etc), he simply didn't get it. He, and most of the kids he hung around with, were into drinking and probably some drugs, and weren't willing to engage in the world around them. They preferred to complain about how dull the "city" was, and plot to escape as soon as possible. On the upshot, the younger kids seemed impressed and interested. Maybe they will get into bushcraft someday...

Oh and my neighbors in New Orleans got a kick out of my running outfit, which is usually a pair of tiny purple racing shorts and a pair of sneakers. The kids at the YMCA camp in Indiana always had a good laugh at me too.
 
siguy said:
I also usually pee out in the yard, but I pick a spot where noone can easily see me. Easy in the summer, a little trickier in the winter.

The old neighbors up the hill didn't like us very much. The new neighbors up the hill seem to like us at least a little. The man very well may be getting me a new job at his company, a very big upgrade pay-wise from my past jobs. In return I plan on helping them finish the attic to use for bedrooms for the little girls. They're the only neighbors we have any contact with.
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Hey Simon, haven't heard much from you, glad to see things may be improving. Stay safe little WSS bro:D:thumbup:

ROCK6
 
harpoon41 said:
People are used to me throwing hawks and loading the truck up to go hunting.
Everyone pretty much leaves us alone and I like that.
Until a storm blows a limb down or snow piles up three feet. Then me and my saws and axes and Kubota tractor becomes the neighborhood's best friend.
Funny how when people need help they become down right sociable...
I'd still rather be one of me then one of them.
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yup this sounds just like my neighborhood.:D. except no kubota but a nice shiny massey ferguson.:thumbup:
 
Hell, until that German guy moved across the street, I could pee on my own mailbox and no one would have been around to see it.
 
I pee in my (parents) yard all the time. I would rather do that than waste water. Although I try to do it where cars can not see me. All of the neighbors think my brother and I are crazy except the 80 year old man next store who watched us grow up. My brother and I have bonfires a couple of times a week, I do yard work with a machete, and cut the grass in my camo overalls and muck boots. We are in a suburbs of Baltimore MD so... My brother and I do not really fit in. haha.
 
My neighbors and I used to shoot clays in the empty lot behind our houses. I guess they think I am somewhat normal...my girlfriend, OTOH, thinks I am a lunatic.
 
the initial post could be regarding many members on here! lol I get odd looks practicing bush craft in the yard or chopping a log with a khukuri...but i think they're used to it by now (I grew up round these parts, same neighbors for over 20 years!). The town i'm moving to in KS prolly wont think nothing of me, lots of eccentrics round there and the neighbors boy is always shooting, plucking/skinning and cooking in the back yard.

As for peeing in the yard, when I been smithing and CBF'd going inside I just water the palm near where the forge was. :p
 
at my old place i'd prune some of the trees with a kukri, but i always try to be discrete... well, thry. one evening i was at the mail box after getting home from the weekend job at the gun store, so i was openly carrying, but wearing black jeans and a black shirt... it took someone i was talking to a while to notice the gun. now i CCW and nobody knows. i also try to haul the guns out to the truck in discrete cases, not the stuff that's obviously a rifle case. don't have much of a yard so i usually do all that stuff someplace else.

most of the neighbors probably think of me as they guy with the garage full of motorcycles, not the guy with a house full of knives and guns.
 
crackerjax said:
When I moved into my current neighborhood(22 years ago) we were the 3rd family to move in. Then everyone else started building houses, then forced all of us into an HOA. My neighbors are from some big city up north (not criticizing northerners ) They hate me, they hate my vehicles, and my life style!

1970 m35a2c
1973 CJ5 locked,lifted and loud
1993 XJ 14 inches of lift on 37's for rock crawling
and my wifes 1990 K5 mud runner and her DD

I run strait pipes in everything except for the XJ which has a flowmaster and the m35's never came with a muffler unless it was a gas version.

I also do welding and half baked knife making in my garage but I try and keep it during reasonable hours. I also like to go play in the back yard making a shelter or a fire or sometimes splitting wood just for exercise. So they think I am nuts.. but we don't live in the town limits so there is not much they can do about it. They called the local sheriff department once because I was playing with a full auto Russian BB gun in the backyard far far away from their house but they failed to realize and still don't know that I am LE (we don't have drive home cars) :( so all they did was save me a phone call inviting my friends over!!

to them I am the UN-politically correct,yank hate'n southern guy next door, but in reality all I am a southern outdoors love'n off road driving and camping guy who if they ever gave me the time of day would explain himself to them. And perhaps I would stop playing my bugle at 7am while my wife hoists the colors.
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. . . this is too damn funny :D.
crackerjax, you can be my neighbor anytime. Your vehicles & my '78 GMC (6" lift, gumbo mudders, lights, etc.) can go for a run anytime you want to, & since I leave @ 7:00ish every morning, I will be sure to observe your hoisting of the colors.
Be safe.
 
crackerjax said:
When I moved into my current neighborhood(22 years ago) we were the 3rd family to move in. Then everyone else started building houses, then forced all of us into an HOA. My neighbors are from some big city up north (not criticizing northerners ) They hate me, they hate my vehicles, and my life style!

1970 m35a2c
1973 CJ5 locked,lifted and loud
1993 XJ 14 inches of lift on 37's for rock crawling
and my wifes 1990 K5 mud runner and her DD

I run strait pipes in everything except for the XJ which has a flowmaster and the m35's never came with a muffler unless it was a gas version.

I also do welding and half baked knife making in my garage but I try and keep it during reasonable hours. I also like to go play in the back yard making a shelter or a fire or sometimes splitting wood just for exercise. So they think I am nuts.. but we don't live in the town limits so there is not much they can do about it. They called the local sheriff department once because I was playing with a full auto Russian BB gun in the backyard far far away from their house but they failed to realize and still don't know that I am LE (we don't have drive home cars) :( so all they did was save me a phone call inviting my friends over!!

to them I am the UN-politically correct,yank hate'n southern guy next door, but in reality all I am a southern outdoors love'n off road driving and camping guy who if they ever gave me the time of day would explain himself to them. And perhaps I would stop playing my bugle at 7am while my wife hoists the colors.
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Hmmmm.... let me guess.... Stokes or Guilford county? :D

My neighbors are used to seeing me weild an axe, hatchet, machete, various other sharp implements. They also are used to me shooting in my backyard, although I had to put an end to that. At least the big-bore stuff. New neighbors built a house on the vacant wood-lot next door, have a 5-year-old daughter, dogs, etc., and to be honest, it just wouldn't be safe to shoot my big-bores around there anymore. I'll still pull out my .22LR occasionally, because I still can that. But we're all used to hearing shooting, out in the country where I am.
 
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Since I live in Hollywood, and am surrounded by people in the movie/TV industry, my neighbors probably think I'm either an extra on the show Sons of Anarchy, a member of a real outlaw biker gang, or possibly a musician in a heavy metal/punk rock band.
 
Here in the eastern part of Kentucky its pretty common to see your neighbors with a deer hanging in their yard,or skinning squirrels in late summer/early fall.Nothing like a big bonfire either,with some friends and a cold beer.Nobody ever says anything about anyone doing some target practice in their yards either.When you get out of the cities and actually get off the beaten path,its a different world.If you don't do this stuff here,you are considered the odd one.Sitting in a tree and spying on your neighbor would raise a few eyebrows though.
 
My neighbors are a good 6-8 acres away in every direction, but we all like to play "dueling Banjos" with the .22s in our back yards on Sundays once in a while. Either I'll be out there plinking away and the neighbor would be like "thats a good idea" (or at least thats what happens to me when I hear them and go get my gun) and sure enough, he'd be unloading his 25 clip into steel plinkers too. One of us starts it, then we have as many as three different houses (or trailers) firin'

I'm buddies with the UPS, Fedex and mailwoman, and they are about the only ones that come to visit. When they normally come I'm photographing something (never said I was good at that, for the record) or setting up a tent or a camp fire shot. Just the other day I made the Fed ex driver take a picture while I was trying to cut rope with that benchmade competition knife for a review. He cracked up, and had to try it too.

The best "Oh crud I forgot, this isn't normal in real human world" moment was when I was tending one of my bee hives and there was an apocalyptic swarm as the queen flew away just before hand on a mating flight. There were bees everywhere and I was just going about my business checking the hive. I heard the mailwoman come down across the bridge, she came just into view, and SCREEEEEEEECHHHHHED on the brakes. She took one look at me in sandals and shorts with a honeybee frame and 30,000 bees buzzing around, and screamed "OH my GOD DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT?". I had to think for a minute before I could figure out a reply that didn't sound derogatory. I kindly explained to her about bees, smoke, queens, etc, and she handed me my mail through a crack in her window and sped off.

My neighbor's on my right side's house burnt down a few months ago, but the chickens are still there roaming around. Does that mean they are fair game?
 
Joezilla said:
My neighbors are a good 6-8 acres away in every direction, but we all like to play "dueling Banjos" with the .22s in our back yards on Sundays once in a while. Either I'll be out there plinking away and the neighbor would be like "thats a good idea" (or at least thats what happens to me when I hear them and go get my gun) and sure enough, he'd be unloading his 25 clip into steel plinkers too. One of us starts it, then we have as many as three different houses (or trailers) firin'

I'm buddies with the UPS, Fedex and mailwoman, and they are about the only ones that come to visit. When they normally come I'm photographing something (never said I was good at that, for the record) or setting up a tent or a camp fire shot. Just the other day I made the Fed ex driver take a picture while I was trying to cut rope with that benchmade competition knife for a review. He cracked up, and had to try it too.

The best "Oh crud I forgot, this isn't normal in real human world" moment was when I was tending one of my bee hives and there was an apocalyptic swarm as the queen flew away just before hand on a mating flight. There were bees everywhere and I was just going about my business checking the hive. I heard the mailwoman come down across the bridge, she came just into view, and SCREEEEEEEECHHHHHED on the brakes. She took one look at me in sandals and shorts with a honeybee frame and 30,000 bees buzzing around, and screamed "OH my GOD DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT?". I had to think for a minute before I could figure out a reply that didn't sound derogatory. I kindly explained to her about bees, smoke, queens, etc, and she handed me my mail through a crack in her window and sped off.

My neighbor's on my right side's house burnt down a few months ago, but the chickens are still there roaming around. Does that mean they are fair game?
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DANG Joe, I wish I was neighbors with you! Not the least reason being that would mean I was back in NC. But it sounds like you got a good little "neighborhood" there.
 
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