You think you have bad hunting neighbors?

[boneboy96]

In for the party.

 

[the_great_white]

Yeah, 100's of guns, crawfish boil or chicken and sausage gumbo, a few kegs, and a DJ with a loud azz stereo system...

come on now, why it's got to be either? you know we could do both!

 

[captdave77]

Go to Kinko's and pay cash for an internet connected computer. Create a craigslist profile and list this under personals: "Power bottom size queen seeks surprise sex with aggressive well endowed top. Address is 123 ..."

 

[ROTAM]

There are crazies everywhere. Probably best you didn't press charges, as that would only have escalated and ensured they would do something to your place. Sorry to hear. Maybe he'll get incarcerated again and she'll go find another abusive guy to hang with.

Im not really sure how showing that he is unwilling to press charges will help him either. They may sense he is weak and they can continue their shenanigans.

 

[GeauxLSU]

Im not really sure how showing that he is unwilling to press charges will help him either. They may sense he is weak and they can continue their shenanigans.

I'm not sure if not presses charges was right or not, but I assure you, trying me once more would be a very big mistake on their part.
Went back Friday. Cabin is still there. No vermin on trail cams.

 

[GeauxLSU]

Man this gets my blood boiling! People can be complete idjets!

I completely know your frustration on this matter. I've leased multiple tracts of land over the years and have NEVER had a problem. Finally found something within an hour and a half from the house with decent deer and the problems start.

First day EVER on the property a local stops at our gate to chat. Opens his mouth and asks where we are from. I tell him and he asks if there aren't any deer there? Red flag to say the least. And as he pulls away he yells out "and don't shoot my dogs."

First year everything went great. Good bucks seen and taken and no problems. Second year, 3 trail cams go missing along with 2 feeders and a blind. Beer cans under my stands and all my posted signs torn down or shot with a SG.

Opening morning as I'm walking to my stand, I start noticing corn scattered down the narrow logging road. A few kernels here and there then bags dumped out. I quickly and quietly back out and contact the GW. Great guy and shows up in 15 minutes. Gave him the rundown. He walked in by himself and walked out with 2 new buddies. He took care of business and I was so very grateful. Though it ruined my hunt, it was worth it to see them drug out of there. Now I've met the POS and can ID them in future run ins.

And JUST THIS MORNING, I take my daughter on her FIRST deer hunt. Get to the property early and head to the stand. Get 100 yards or so away and see a light high tailing it through the woods. Pissed off I let loose some not so nice words of encouragement. It was headed to the nearest trailer strip. Day light we are listening to a rock concert and yelling. 10 am brings rapid fire and more screaming. At that point we take it to the house. The good Lord knew what he was doing and urged me to bring my girl with me. I am honestly scared to think about what would have happened if I was by myself. I was seeing red.

Don't back down, which from the sound of it you are a very level headed and responsible individual that is going to keep what is their's. Keep it up. **** heads will be **** heads. Stay safe brother.

Geez.... you might 'win'. What a mess. That would frost me to no end. It's getting easier and easier to not like people....

 

[MRH]

All things considered, that could have gotten a LOT worse had my son not been there and I had not felt extra compulsion for calm. So I guess I "should" be thankful for that, but it still whizzes me off to no end.
It took a lot, and I mean A LOT for us to afford that little place and that doesn't count my sweat equity and it's been a wonderful escape. To have to deal with stress at your "get away" is just wrong... But I'm a LONG way form being able to afford my compound in Idaho...

You handled the situation better than 99% of us other folks. I don't know exactly what I would have done, but definitely a most painful finger lock for the lady would have been in order. A good finger lock will put a giant on their knees, without having to break it. Still, if my son were along I would do everything possible to de-escalate the situation, unless I felt his or my own safety were jeopardized.

I know the feeling of having to sacrifice a lot for a little piece of dirt. My own little escape, refuge...Bought it for my son and I to enjoy, andto pass it on to him someday for his children to enjoy. I thought I was going to have problems out of some neighbors on one side of me from Fla. but they have yet to do anything out of line and seem to be a friendly small group of hunters. They had what I refer to as questionable ethics before I bought the place but I have since introduced myself, talked a bit with them and let them know I would appreciate their respect of my property from here on. I was nice about it and so were they. Hopefully they will remain peaceful neighbors. The rest of my neighbors are locals and do not hunt, but they are awesome neighbors fo sho. I hate to hear about these yo yo's trying to mess up a good thing for you. Try to stay calm, but vigilant. It is your place and nobody has a right to discourage you from enjoying it to the fullest. Sounds like the local Sheriff's dept. is already on your side. The one incident is something they will certainly remember and those deputies aren't stupid. They know who the instigators are. I wouldn't worry about it too much. A bit cautious, yes, but you have every right to be in there doing what you're doing. Now go kill something and bring us a story and some pics.

 

[GlockIssue]

Dang man, this is the first I'm reading this post. I hate this for you. What a nightmare! Sorry to hear about it.

 

[UH60Driver]

Well this still infuriates me but here goes. (For those with ADD, like me, hopefully someone will post the Cliff Notes).

Yesterday evening me and my 12 year old son are in a stand on my property. Unfortunately a few years ago, the neighboring property owner (who is a GREAT guy) built a rental house but right on the property line. Hey, it’s his property he can do what he wants, but since I only have 8 acres (wedged in amongst much larger acreage all around with no houses) it sort of put a crimp on my set up. In any case, last night legal light there was 5:56. The people that live in the rental house come home at 5:40 or so and blow their horn. The stand I was in is close (100 or so yards) and it was overcast so getting dark a bit early so I just told my son “Well, let’s just get down and head in. I’m guessing nothing will be coming around now after that.” We take a minute gathering our stuff and as I start to climb down I look over and see an 8 pointer under a persimmon tree we’re watching, not 25 yards away. I tell my son (who has never been with me when I shot) to get ready and I shoot it. Almost immediately after I shoot I hear some strange noise from towards the rental house. Sort of like a cough or something (again kind of far so can’t really make it out) and they cut the vocal chords on their dog (these people are prizes) so wasn’t sure if it was the dog or not. In any case I pay it no mind as my son is high fiving me for the buck and start to climb down (and see a crazy doe standing there maybe 10 yards away). The noise doesn’t stop and I eventually realize it’s someone yelling and cussing. I tell my son to go in the cabin and he asks “Why?”. I said, “We’ll I’m going to go see what the issue is and I’m not sure if someone has a problem”.

As I get closer it becomes clear the guy is yelling for/at me. I walk up to my gate that he had been hitting and he proceeds to tell me (screaming) that my shot hit the trees by my gate (which is close to his driveway). He’s standing there with his ex-wife who he lives with (that’s another story). I tell him I don’t see how that’s possible since the line I was shooting is in a different direction but sorry if the shot startled them. He then unleashes a slew of profanities that would make a longshoreman blush and then tells me I’m a liar, I shot “too late”, I’m a “terrible hunter” etc.... I try and get a word in edge wise as calmly as possible informing him that it was not “too late” and legal hours are 30 minutes after sunset which results in more profanities (complete with spittle flying) and him informing me I don’t know the law, more terrible hunter comments, and I’m fairly certain disparaged my heritage somewhere along the way. Now, keep in mind this guy is an alcoholic, has served time (6 months or so last year) has no job and apparently confesses to “anger management issues”. He’s also got probably 70 pounds on me. That was just the beginning. As I’m standing on my side of the gate he and his lovely ex both walk up to me and continue with the yelling and cursing. Their adult son is also there but out of sight on their driveway and he’s there with apparently another man from the voices. I left my rifle in the stand (intentionally) but have a revolver on my hip. The woman reaches up and grabs my jacket at my neck with both hands and attempts to choke me. Then tells me “If you ever hurt me or my kid I’ll kill you!” To be honest I wasn’t sure what in the hell to make out of what was proving to be as bizarre a situation as I’ve ever been in. I was confused about whether this was humorous or whether I should treat this ‘woman’ like the man she apparently wants to be. About this time another man drives up in the driveway and I’m figuring it’s 5 to 1 and going south in a hurry. I look at her as calmly as possible and said “Get your hands off of me.” She hesitates attempting to give me some kind of she-devil stare to which I calmly respond with “Now”. She eventually complies and starts cussing and fussing again and saying something about a bullet hole in her house. I informed her if she has one, it’s not from me and by the way, that’s the first shot I’ve fired all season. She continues with the cussing and mentions “calling the law”. I said “Sounds like a good idea, that’s what I’ll do.” She yelled that said she already had and I said “Great, so will I.” The dispatcher hears them in the background and asks me a few questions.
“Do you have a firearm on you?” I told her I did and she asked where. I told her. Then she asked if I was on their property. I told her “No they are on my property.” To which Mr. Personality responds yelling “I’m not on your **** property I’m on the right way.” (From previous conservations with this guy, he knows everything, just ask him. So apparently power company right of way is public domain, anyway….) He (rental idiot) then asks me where the deer is. “I said “I didn’t go find it but presumably laying in the woods.” To which he responds with more profanities and tells me I’m a liar since If I’d have hit the deer the bullet wouldn’t have gone anywhere else (he’s also obviously a ballistics expert), yells something about “one shot one kill” and I’m thinking “Can this really get any more bizarre?” The only explanation I can come up with is these people were drunk, but I never smelled alcohol.

Finally a sheriff deputy shows up and they go up to his car and tell him their story. I’m still at my gate. He eventually walks over and asks for my license. I give it to him and he asks for theirs. Ms. Congeniality has hers but Mr. Personality has to go get his since his is suspended so he doesn’t keep it on him. While deputy one is checking IDs deputy 2 shows up. Young guy and they consult. He then walks over to me and asks “How’s it going?” Me: “Well, it’s been calmer.” He then quickly tells me “Look, you’re good. You did nothing wrong.” To which I thought about replying “I know.”, but figured probably not the best reply. I then tell him their claims and what actually happened. He asked where the stand was I told him “Come here, I’ll show you. We walk up to the persimmon tree the deer was under and I said “The deer was here, now shine your light over there, that’s my stand. Can you tell me how a bullet from there to here would have done what they said?” He just shook his head and said “It didn’t.” Then he shines his light on the ground and there’s blood. He tracked the deer (and did a pretty good job at it), helped me drag it, and helped me load it in the truck. The guy simply could not have been nicer.
I spoke with the owner/landlord earlier today and they apparently called him over there while I was there. He didn’t know what was going on and I didn’t know he was there. He told me Ms. Congeniality admitted to the deputy she grabbed me and the deputy said, “If he presses charges… you’re going to jail.”

Even though everything has been very civil with these people the VERY FIRST time I met the guy, within 30 seconds, he asked if I hunted I said ‘Yes, do you?” He replied “Yes.” I asked where, he said, "Your place.” I told him we were getting off on the wrong foot. Needless to say, that wasn’t exactly the best way to introduce yourself….

We took the deer to the processor and came home even though the original plan was to stay the night. I’d have enough drama for one trip. I really hate that happened mostly for my son’s sake but also NOW I get to worry about what Mr. and Mrs. Nutbags will do to my place when I’m not there. I love people…..


There’s a couple of guys from here that want to get into hunting that I offered and intend to take up there. That’s the only practical 2 person stand I have. Life’s a party….

Great Story! none of my hunting trips ended like that, on a side note... nice mount, it looks like a good job!