IMAUDIGGER
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Digger, Excellent story! I was hit by shotgun pellets quite a few times when I ignored "no trespassing" signs (Signs, signs, everywhere a sign...) and hollers to vacate. If the field was irresistable to me for arrowhead hunting after a rain, and if there was no chance for getting permission, well, I just kept at it and stayed out of shotgun range until the pellets actually sang.
My trespassing started early. Last month, my mom was buried within sight of our first house - a rental adjacent to a pig farm, long gone now. When i was 3, I took advantage of whenever my mother would be occupied with my little brother and would escape to visit my friends the pigs. I would stand among them and talk to them. The farmer added barbed wire, not to keep the pigs in, but to keep me out. I was caught once and snagged my left knee on the barbed wire. Those were my first stitches 61 years ago and I still have the scar. I remember leaving the hospital with p'o'd parents who would not let me linger to admire the most beautiful rhinocerus beetle on the hospital steps. We moved shortly after that.
We lived up a Gulch. Every family had kids about the same age. Wasn't unusual to take off on a sat. Morning with the pellet guns and cross a half dozen different properties. If someone saw us we would just wave and they would wave back. There were people to avoid, but pretty much free range. Had to be back before dinner. Usually a 5-10 mile day. Well usually 5 miles if we were on foot. Bicycles was a different story.
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