Neon John wrote:
On Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:44:38 -0400, "J. Clarke"
wrote:


Lemme guess, you grew up in the city in a building that somebody
else
maintained and now you've moved to the mountains to live the Snuffy
Smith lifestyle.

Not a very good guesser. Born and raised in a small town. Owned
this cabin since my mom and I built it in 1970. I am enjoying the,
as you call it, Snuffy Smith lifestyle. Slow paced, friendly
neighbors, no TV or other annoyances, hunting and fishing any time I
want, almost zero cost of living, etc. Don't glow too green with
envy.


You might want to find some of your rural neighbors who grew up
there
and find out what they think of your strategy of spending the rest
of
your life putting out dcon and shooting squirrels with a pellet gun
instead of FIXING THE DAMNED HOLE. Be prepared to become a
laughingstock.

Actually, my neighbors have supplied my ammunition, they're so
pleased that I've ridded the place of vermin. Mine isn't the only
place that has been trashed by the fuzzy-tailed rats. One neighbor,
in particular, calls me up whenever she sees a vermin on the loose,
chiding me for dropping the ball on my job.

Interestingly enough, the same thing happened when I spent a couple
of years living in a city sub-division (never again!). My new
neighbor saw me carrying in an arm-load of rifles and came running.
I ducked, thinking I was going to have to deal with an anti-gun nut.
Instead, she introduced herself and the practically begged me to
start killing squirrels. That I did, bagging over 100 out of that
little 1 acre wooded back yard.

Tony, my huge orange tabby, had a bountiful feast that summer,
eating
everything but the squeak. I started spine-shooting the squirrels
so
that he could enjoy the actual kill.

Sorry, didn't realize you were a troll.

plonk

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