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<blockquote data-quote="possumranch" data-source="post: 114369" data-attributes="member: 2192"><p>My neighbors to the south are from the city and tend to think</p><p>the whole countryside is a big state park and hunters retreat.</p><p>I finally caught up with the father one day while he and his boys were running dogs rabbit hunting in my fields. I told him</p><p>if he wanted to hunt all he had to do was ask, he called me a few choice words and left. I haven't seen them back since.</p><p> My neighbors one mile north have owned thier farm for six</p><p>generations as has my family. We all get along great.</p><p>Aside from the normal helping out, the gentleman that is the same age as my father (60ish) slipped while getting off of a tractor several years ago. He had a compound fracture of his</p><p>lower left leg and was in the hospital for several weeks.</p><p>This all happened just before harvest. When I found out about</p><p>this, I went over to see if I could do anything to help. I ended</p><p>up helping his son clear through harvest. I pretty much forgot</p><p>about my own crops until all that was left for the son to do</p><p>was fill thier earcorn crib, we got the son set up with wagons</p><p>to pick the corn and I left for home. I went to work the next</p><p>day with the intention of starting my picking that afternoon.</p><p>After I got home from work I walked out to the shed to get things around, walked around the corner and my crib was stuffed</p><p>to the top with corn (about twice what I normally put in it), and</p><p>all my corn was still standing in the fields.</p><p> I started back toward the house and the neighbors truck was</p><p>just turning the corner in the lane at the house . The father was able to get out of the house on crutches and ask his son</p><p>to bring him over to see me. I was told that Mark (the son) had</p><p>filled my crib and also, with no room for discussion, that Mark</p><p>would be over to combine my corn and haul it to the elevator</p><p>with the check in my name sent to the house. I still to this day</p><p>tell Mark and his father some day I will (get even) for what they've done. God bless good neighbors!</p><p></p><p>Toby</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="possumranch, post: 114369, member: 2192"] My neighbors to the south are from the city and tend to think the whole countryside is a big state park and hunters retreat. I finally caught up with the father one day while he and his boys were running dogs rabbit hunting in my fields. I told him if he wanted to hunt all he had to do was ask, he called me a few choice words and left. I haven't seen them back since. My neighbors one mile north have owned thier farm for six generations as has my family. We all get along great. Aside from the normal helping out, the gentleman that is the same age as my father (60ish) slipped while getting off of a tractor several years ago. He had a compound fracture of his lower left leg and was in the hospital for several weeks. This all happened just before harvest. When I found out about this, I went over to see if I could do anything to help. I ended up helping his son clear through harvest. I pretty much forgot about my own crops until all that was left for the son to do was fill thier earcorn crib, we got the son set up with wagons to pick the corn and I left for home. I went to work the next day with the intention of starting my picking that afternoon. After I got home from work I walked out to the shed to get things around, walked around the corner and my crib was stuffed to the top with corn (about twice what I normally put in it), and all my corn was still standing in the fields. I started back toward the house and the neighbors truck was just turning the corner in the lane at the house . The father was able to get out of the house on crutches and ask his son to bring him over to see me. I was told that Mark (the son) had filled my crib and also, with no room for discussion, that Mark would be over to combine my corn and haul it to the elevator with the check in my name sent to the house. I still to this day tell Mark and his father some day I will (get even) for what they've done. God bless good neighbors! Toby [/QUOTE]
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