When Strangers Trespass
I’m a little freaked out. I usually know what’s going on here. Intuition, observation and game cameras keep me on top of what’s happening. It’s nothing to grab a gun and meet trespassers at the end of the road in our wood yard. There have been four uncomfortable situations when strangers trespass in the 18 years we’ve lived out here in the woods. Once, someone took firewood. He didn’t know the land had been sold and that he couldn’t take wood anymore. We straightened that out quickly.
The second incident involved out-of-state hunters who grew up hunting this piece of land and weren’t going to stop because it had been sold again. They. Were. Mistaken. Funny story, that one. They left the keys in the ignition. I shoved them up the tailpipe and left a note inviting them to have a chat with me at the house. In return, they’d get their keys. They had little choice. They haven’t been back.
Someone stole firewood and I went after him. Didn’t catch up to him thankfully. He’s in prison again for something far worse than firewood. Trying to kill a game warden and drugs are on his list.
This time, someone was here while I was here, and I didn’t know. This stranger in a blue coat, probably a tall man, was caught on camera, but only an arm. The camera that would have shown his entire body including face didn’t have a card. I’d been too lazy to take an empty card out there. He is a fortunate trespasser. The place where he entered is clearly marked – No Trespassing. This is the bobcat camera trap, on a trail off a trail, not visible from the road.
Dealing with Trespassers
So, what happens with strangers are trespassers? I take Ruger with me when I go out, every single time I go out. A Ruger 9mm, a birthday gift two years ago to help me stay safe from predators. I’m not worried about the four-footed predators all that much. It’s the two-footed trespassers that piss me off and make me feel unsafe and creeped out, and pissed off. I mentioned pissed off, right?
Law enforcement will be around, and so will I.