Well it’s been about a month since I have written a blog, and amazingly the din of the hordes hanging on my every word has been excruciatingly silent. Fact is, there has been a din of the horde—but the horde is of gnats and their incessant stinging. Here’s a recent example:
I received a text Sunday while I was at church from a name withheld (NW)
NW: Are you around? I would like to visit with you about some of those geese out there.
I replied yes, and told him to call me. The phone rang about a minute later.
NW: Hey I was wondering whether I could hunt that field south of you.
Me: What field?
NW: You know, that one by the feedlot up next to the badlands.
Me: I have no idea where you are talking about. The Peaks (badlands) are at least a mile from my place.
NW: Well who owns that?
Me: I don’t know NW.
NW (incredulously): You don’t know your neighbors? Why not?
Me (trying to be helpful): You should get in touch with the irrigation district. The manager knows every landowner out here. He can probably help you.
NW: Well, I wanted to hunt now. There’s geese out there. OK, thanks…
Next morning I am just getting out of the shower, buck naked (thankfully no pics!), and the phone rings.
NW: Hey it’s NW. Can I hunt that field just south of your shop.
Me: NW, that’s my pasture. There are no geese in it.
NW: Yes there is! I see ’em dropping in right now. Can I drop by and talk to you about it?
Me: I just got out of the shower. I gotta get dressed and head to Cody. Are you sure we’re talking about the same field?
NW: It’s just south of your shop, by the feedlot.
Me: There’s no feedlot near me NW. There’s one about a half mile west of me, but it’s not mine.
NW: You guys move in here from out of state and want to hog all the hunting for yourself! <click>
For the record, there are some geese using some fields about a mile and a half from me, but I do not know the landowner. And I have let people hunt my place for deer for several years. This is but one of several examples of idiots I have had to deal with recently and is why I am a bit cranky. In fact, I am on a stupid people boycott. And some people cannot figure out why I live in the middle of Cowbleep, Wyoming, by myself…