Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

I think that there's an international conspiracy brewing. To appease them, maybe I should send flowers ... or ask my good friend, DT, to pay BBC a visit.

DT related this story to me last week when he and his lovely wife, Lee, were in town to see "A Christmas Carol," after dinner at Stino's. He was looking out over his property to the east. He is exclusively permitted to hunt on the neighbor's property to the east, also ... the neighbor's property is about a third of a mile down the road. He saw a hint of hunter's orange out that way ... and it's deer-hunting-with-guns season. He pulled out his binoculars and saw three people at a hunting blind he had purchased.

Thinking they were going to steal it, which, I understand, is pretty common, he grabbed his giant .44-Magnum revolver, the Dirty Harry gun, and strapped the holster so that the gun crossed his chest. He said that the weight of the gun hurts his leg driving the ATV if he wears the holster at his waist, plus he says he looks pretty cool with it across his chest. He donned an orange vest, ran out of the house, and jumped on his ATV and made a bee-line at 40 mph toward the three thieving, trespassing individuals.

As he slowed on his approach, he stood up so that the chrome .44-Magnum was fully exposed and called out. The three people turned. The gray-haired elderly woman took a few steps back, as her equally elderly husband looked surprised, holding up his hands in front of him, as if signaling the mud-spattered, gun-toting, maniac on the ATV not to shoot. The third person, a middle-aged woman, just stared at the person she figured for a country bumpkin lunatic.

DT said, "I thought you were huntin' this property. Nobody's supposed to be huntin' this property."

The younger woman said, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith are looking to buy this 21 acres here. I'm their broker." Then she asked with a great degree of self-importance, "You own some land around here?"

DT dismounted the ATV. He turned sideways and with a sweep of his hand across the landscape to the west, said, "110 acres out that way."

He then introduced himself to the Smiths and chatted about hunting with the old man for about an hour, as darkness closed in.