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Litter from “hunters.”

Some hunters may be bad, but they have to go some to beat some golfers who litter. Driving in a cart with two large open "glove boxes" for trash and 4 cup holders for cans/bottles these a-wipes pass a trash container on every tee box about every 10-15 minutes (18). But, they still throw their crap in the woods alongside the cart path!

Nasty is as nasty does, and I make sure I tell them that when I see it happen - not like I am going to ruin or short circuit a great friendship :wacko:. I wouldn't let those butt streaks on my property let alone in my house.
 
I see it all the time when I'm out mountain biking. One of my biggest pet peeves is the dog walkers who collect up their dogs crap in one of those little baggies and then leave it.

Yep I had a neighbor doing that.
There were about 100 or so purple bags tossed into my wooded property near the street where all the neighbor ladies like to let their dogs crap because there’s a secluded grassy spot right there so one wench would pick her poop up from someone else’s yard and then throw it in my little cove when nobody was looking.
I set up a trail cam and caught the lady that was doing it.
Next time I saw her I simply said “I set up a trail camera to catch the person that is throwing their dog crap bags
Onto my property instead of taking them home and throwing them in the trash.....and when I do catch that person I’m going to personally bag my own crap every day and throw it in their mailbox un bagged.
She laughed and acted oblivious and told me she had no idea who’s doing it.

Funny thing is that it never happened again although there’s another lady that will just stare at you while her dog craps in your front yard as if it’s nothing.
I made her stop one morning when I just stared her down outside as it was happening then I said....”Hey I’ll be right over to take a giant crap right on your front porch.”
She gasped and walked off.

It really wouldn’t have bothered me if she didn’t stare as if the world belonged to her.
 
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