Funny pic/gif thread...

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VarmintKong said:
Not a pic or gif, but good gawd is this ridiculous.

My buddy at work lives next to some wooded farmland. The farmer died and next of kin wants to sell. Lots of developers trying to help along the urban sprawl; he was nervous and wanted to try to buy a couple acres for a buffer before the inevitable encroachment of city folk trying to live the country life on half acre lots moved in.

The asking price for land that was 9.5k an acre 3 years ago was now 23.5k an acre. “I can’t swing that,” my buddy said. He’ll just build a mound and plant some thick stuff down the property line.

Well, a developer didn’t end up buying the parcel. Some rich doctor who doesn’t even live in the state bought 38 acres at 23.5k per. 893 thousand dollars! Not to develop, but to put in, get this... a butterfly sanctuary.

I don’t even know what that is, but my buddy is happy he won’t have a bunch of rich slobs effin up the neighborhood. He thinks the guy is gonna let him deer hunt there. I don’t think anybody who spends almost a million dollars on butterflies is going to be into hunting, fishing, or not being a complete dickwad. At least it won’t be cookie cutter houses on postage stamp lots.
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When I was 16 and living up in the north woods of Wisconsin there was an orthodontist from the southern part of the state that bought an old farmhouse with a couple hundred acres near our property. He then proceed to buy up a few thousand acres of old logging land all around out township and neighboring ones. He established a wildlife sanctuary on this land.

As he was not around for most of the year nothing changed for me as far as hunting and fishing that land was concerned, other than I could now walk on nicely mowed paths where he had had the brush filled old logging roads cleared. Then one day as I was cutting across the field right by the old farmhouse carrying a nice pair of ruffed grouse, a single engine Cessna came in for a landing and stopped no more than 100 feet from me. Figuring I was busted I walked over to the plane and said hello as the pilot was getting out. Turned out that he was the orthodontist coming to visit his property for the weekend.

After we introduced ourselves he said it looked like I had had some luck hunting that day. I told him, yeah the birds and rabbits sure seemed to like the new clover on the trails. He asked where I got them and I was honest about it, explaining exactly where I shot each bird. He never once mentioned the "No Trespassing" signs nor the "Wildlife Sanctuary" signs. Instead, he said he had been thinking that he ought to hire someone to kind of look after the property and make sure nobody was damaging the place or creating any unsafe conditions. He said that as I seemed familiar with the land around there maybe I would be a good one to do that for him. I asked if that meant I had to stop hunting his land, and he said, "Well, in order to have the permits for the sanctuary I have to prohibit hunting, but if I don't see it, I guess there's nothing to be done about it." He was a smart man, and for the next three years I made sure I was the only one hunting there. I also took it seriously about the damage and safety stuff, and let him know when something was getting out of order along those lines. (Mainly snowmobilers from the cities coming up on the weekends and tearing the trails up, but that's another story.)

We developed a friendship, and when he undertook creating a couple ponds to expand the wetland areas on his property he paid me well to work with him in doing that. His plan was to retire there when he finished his career, but I moved away about a year after graduating high school so I don't know if he ever did. I do know that a couple years later when my folks sold out and moved to California it was a colleague of his that bought their house and land.
 
ChrisSjoblom said:
When I was 16 and living up in the north woods of Wisconsin there was an orthodontist from the southern part of the state that bought an old farmhouse with a couple hundred acres near our property. He then proceed to buy up a few thousand acres of old logging land all around out township and neighboring ones. He established a wildlife sanctuary on this land.

As he was not around for most of the year nothing changed for me as far as hunting and fishing that land was concerned, other than I could now walk on nicely mowed paths where he had had the brush filled old logging roads cleared. Then one day as I was cutting across the field right by the old farmhouse carrying a nice pair of ruffed grouse, a single engine Cessna came in for a landing and stopped no more than 100 feet from me. Figuring I was busted I walked over to the plane and said hello as the pilot was getting out. Turned out that he was the orthodontist coming to visit his property for the weekend.

After we introduced ourselves he said it looked like I had had some luck hunting that day. I told him, yeah the birds and rabbits sure seemed to like the new clover on the trails. He asked where I got them and I was honest about it, explaining exactly where I shot each bird. He never once mentioned the "No Trespassing" signs nor the "Wildlife Sanctuary" signs. Instead, he said he had been thinking that he ought to hire someone to kind of look after the property and make sure nobody was damaging the place or creating any unsafe conditions. He said that as I seemed familiar with the land around there maybe I would be a good one to do that for him. I asked if that meant I had to stop hunting his land, and he said, "Well, in order to have the permits for the sanctuary I have to prohibit hunting, but if I don't see it, I guess there's nothing to be done about it." He was a smart man, and for the next three years I made sure I was the only one hunting there. I also took it seriously about the damage and safety stuff, and let him know when something was getting out of order along those lines. (Mainly snowmobilers from the cities coming up on the weekends and tearing the trails up, but that's another story.)

We developed a friendship, and when he undertook creating a couple ponds to expand the wetland areas on his property he paid me well to work with him in doing that. His plan was to retire there when he finished his career, but I moved away about a year after graduating high school so I don't know if he ever did. I do know that a couple years later when my folks sold out and moved to California it was a colleague of his that bought their house and land.
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I used to have a lake house in Mercer and I miss it dearly. Great story thank you for sharing.
 
tomatoshooter said:
I've had the vegetarian lasagna, it's good, but vegan? That's a bridge too far.
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Way to far.

Vegan food is ok(not the garbage in the pic). When I eat vegan food I’m ready to eat in 2 hours and I don’t eat much.

If someone wants to be a vegan, just stop to the “I’m a vegan” bullshit every other sentence-like it’s a cult.

Fatboy <————Likes his 🥩 Med Well💪
 
Fatboy said:
Way to far.

Vegan food is ok(not the garbage in the pic). When I eat vegan food I’m ready to eat in 2 hours and I don’t eat much.

If someone wants to be a vegan, just stop to the “I’m a vegan” bullshit every other sentence-like it’s a cult.

Fatboy <————Likes his 🥩 Med Well💪
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We can solve the "I'm a vegan" bullshit once and for all. Just tell vegans that plants are living things too and they identify as animals. After 1 month, they would all starve to death...problem solved.

Idiocracy--meant to be a comedy not a tutorial!
 
It was just 20 short yesrs ago some friends of mine were planning a elk hunting trip at the top of the world near Yellowstone NP .
A black bear some how managed to figure out that if it were to stand on its back feet and legs and hit the roof above a closed and locked door just right above the window would break and it would gain entrance to get to a cooler and any food inside .

After eating and drinking its fill it would relieve it self inside the vehicle jumping out of the broken window to go sleep off the food coma ha ha
Needless to say they weren't to happy with the bear and I never heard if it survived the hunting season to strike again .

My own personal experience with black bears while hunting no bears have been harmed yet but I've got a bear tag in my pocket so I'll try again later this fall .
 
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