He could have built where the old place was. Would have had big shade trees there. There is something about city people that they have to build on top of a hill.
I was talking to one of his sons by the fence one day. He told me how great the view was from the top of the hill back behind my place. He drove there sxs up there. Hmmmm, I own that hill and a large part of the road up there. He drove through my property and another neighbors. Drove by several no trespassing signs Ask and 99% of the time you will get permission. Don't ask and you are trespassing. City people......
People generally build where the best, fertile soil is... and then charge more for "view lots"... and then plant trees to obstruct their view.
I had a guy pull into the drive right past a No Trespassing sign, and I watched his little car come down the 1/4 mile slowly. There are two people in the car, a man and a woman. And while the lady is fussing around to get ready to get out, the guy gets right out and approached me with his hand out. This guy is tall and lanky, and has a big cowboy hat on, and it's a wonder he fit in the little car.
"Hi, I'm Brother Soandso..."
And right away I know it's a Mormon that's been assigned to track us down and make sure we know they want us to (re)join the tribe and pay our tithing.
So I grip his hand as he starts to be friendly, and I don't let go, and suddenly he meets my eyes and goes silent as I keep his hand and don't turn it loose.
And I look him in the eye and say slowly and clearly so there's no misunderstanding, "Brother, did you see that No Trespassing sign at the top of the driveway?"
"Yeah, but I didn't think it meant me." And which he now knows it meant him and it is dawning on him as I keep my grip on his hand.
And again slowly and clearly, "Well, Brother, that sign is exactly meant for you and people like you. And I keep a loaded pistol over there (motioning my head toward the house) and I'm gonna walk over there slowly... and if you're still here when I come out of the house with my gun... I'm gonna shoot you."
And I released his hand and turned toward the house.
And he got back to his car just as his female partner finally put her foot out the door, and he said something to her that made her draw her foot back in quickly, and by the time I got to the house they had turned around and had hit the cattle guard leading to the county road a 1/4 mile away.
I thought about sending a few rounds close to them, but it was only a thought. As I watched the dust rise after their little car I figured they had got the point.