The farmers are why I usually have a small but potent friend with me these days.
I can remember when you didn't need to carry a sidearm in the woods. The pot growers didn't have traps, didn't guard their plots. Fewer feral dogs.
*sighs*
I feel old.
I am glad we were unarmed, since the farmers had large potent friends with them.
Years ago, I remember seeing a guy run across the freeway. I thought to myself he was going to get himself killed. As I got to the spot where he ran across, I found out why he was running. Coming out of the woods was a "farmer" with a shotgun and a pack of dogs chasing the guy.
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