smallpond- I might also add that if the law enforcement knows your age and about how hard you are working on you project, I can't believe that they will not go the extra mile to help you out. Let that work for you here.



Originally Posted By: Zep

Is it mostly stoner high school kids tryin to party?



Believe it or not, alot of the problems are folks who are old enough to know better, 25 and older. I occasionally will catch little kids 8 to 15, but they are usually very nice and are are scared to death by the "experience". It was so bad at one time, the police actually brought 4 wheelers out to patrol the properties. Like I said, if you give the wrong-doers an inch, they will take a mile. It never gets better. It was left go way to long without reinforcement. As long as you stand firm, the police will help you out. I have had very good help from them. I might say that it hasn't always been that way either.

Side story here, AP your comment reminded me of it....... My disclaimer here is do not do this. But years ago there was not much law around here, if you had a problem, take care of it yourself. Thats the policy my dad grew up with as I am sure many here have been thru the same. Probably a lot of yous down in Texas, its still that way. Well as a kid, I remember my dad having problems with poachers at the pond. The pond sits down below a pretty good bank as you approach it from our barn. They would come in from the backside of the property and start fishing and stay to that side because if they heard a tractor/truck coming, they would have a fast retreat. My dad was in WW2 and reminds me so much of George here on the forum. Very respectfull and carefull of others. My dad and I would go for real quite hunting trips on the farm. Teaching me how to hunt and such. Once in awhile we would take a detour towards the pond. When we would crest the hill top, he would see the guys fishing. Carefully, he would position himself in the just the right spot, and wait, ....and wait, ..........and wait some more. Seemed to go on forever. Finally the guy would throw out the line in just the right spot and my dad would shhoot the bobber. Man, I never seen someone leave an area so fast in all my life. Throwing up their pole, leaving behind their tackle box, and fish. To this day, I am still reminded of this when I go fishing, because most of the tackle is still from what was left behind at those times....

Ahhhh... the stories could go on, living in the country back in the good old days.