brewmeister83
Chumono
A little long, but a Funny Story...
So I recently visited a family member's property near where I live to check up on some potential trees I scouted last year. While I quickly ruled out most of the trees based on less than ideal nebari (which I couldn't see due to snow and frozen ground back in December) I came across a little grove of spruces all in the 6" to three foot range. In a spur of the moment delusion I envisioned a saikei using a bunch of them and quickly made my way back to the jeep where I had my collecting gear. A few hours later I had nine plants in various heavy black trash bags soaked with water and superthrive. Then... the task of hauling them out through about 300 yds. of multiflora and bramble (To say I was cursing would be an understatement)
With all the bags and gear eventually trekked back to the car I decided to scout the small stream nearby to wash the blood from all the scratches on my arms and do a little rock hunting. So there I am with a bucket of rocks, big black trash bags, various shovels/saws/pruners and I'm covered head to toe in dirt and mud and scraped and bleeding and wearing old torn grungy clothes next to an old beat up jeep cherokee. I then happen to turn to see a week-ender's car parked behind a low stone wall running along the property - expensive black SUV with New York plates with a woman wearing all black with those black bug eye sunglasses talking on her black cell phone (yes, they do stick out like sore thumbs in the country setting) - and it looks like she's trying to hide behind her steering wheel. So I do the courteous country thing and smile and wave at her, thinking maybe she needs directions or something. Well, she sees I've noticed her, starts acting all nervous, and she takes off like a bat 'outta hell.
So, innocent me, thinks "what was that all about?" and I go about packing all my stuff into my jeep and start to make my way home. I get literally a minute up the road and a trooper goes flying past me, and then it dawns on me - the woman probably saw all the stuff I had by my car and thought I was burying a body or something. lmfao!!! Has it really gotten to the point that I can't go hiking on my family's property in my own home town without some paranoid passerby calling the cops on me?!?!? Granted, I had my family's permission and everything, but I found myself turning down an old farm road and meandering my way home in order to avoid having to go through the hassle of dealing with the local troopers (don't get me wrong, there's some nice cops around here but the majority are, how should I put it... you can have a more thought provoking conversation with the rocks I had in the trunk)
Just thought I'd share this funny little episode in tree hunting. Anyone else have similar experiences?
So I recently visited a family member's property near where I live to check up on some potential trees I scouted last year. While I quickly ruled out most of the trees based on less than ideal nebari (which I couldn't see due to snow and frozen ground back in December) I came across a little grove of spruces all in the 6" to three foot range. In a spur of the moment delusion I envisioned a saikei using a bunch of them and quickly made my way back to the jeep where I had my collecting gear. A few hours later I had nine plants in various heavy black trash bags soaked with water and superthrive. Then... the task of hauling them out through about 300 yds. of multiflora and bramble (To say I was cursing would be an understatement)
With all the bags and gear eventually trekked back to the car I decided to scout the small stream nearby to wash the blood from all the scratches on my arms and do a little rock hunting. So there I am with a bucket of rocks, big black trash bags, various shovels/saws/pruners and I'm covered head to toe in dirt and mud and scraped and bleeding and wearing old torn grungy clothes next to an old beat up jeep cherokee. I then happen to turn to see a week-ender's car parked behind a low stone wall running along the property - expensive black SUV with New York plates with a woman wearing all black with those black bug eye sunglasses talking on her black cell phone (yes, they do stick out like sore thumbs in the country setting) - and it looks like she's trying to hide behind her steering wheel. So I do the courteous country thing and smile and wave at her, thinking maybe she needs directions or something. Well, she sees I've noticed her, starts acting all nervous, and she takes off like a bat 'outta hell.
So, innocent me, thinks "what was that all about?" and I go about packing all my stuff into my jeep and start to make my way home. I get literally a minute up the road and a trooper goes flying past me, and then it dawns on me - the woman probably saw all the stuff I had by my car and thought I was burying a body or something. lmfao!!! Has it really gotten to the point that I can't go hiking on my family's property in my own home town without some paranoid passerby calling the cops on me?!?!? Granted, I had my family's permission and everything, but I found myself turning down an old farm road and meandering my way home in order to avoid having to go through the hassle of dealing with the local troopers (don't get me wrong, there's some nice cops around here but the majority are, how should I put it... you can have a more thought provoking conversation with the rocks I had in the trunk)
Just thought I'd share this funny little episode in tree hunting. Anyone else have similar experiences?