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I received a call from my mother yesterday. She said she had to tell me what happened the other day at their house. But first a little background. My parents live in a rural area. My dad owns a lot of land. He used to own more and he built apartment buildings on a lot of it. He rented out the apartment building for as long as I can remember. Residential leasing sucks. (At least in the south, housing is so cheap around here, most people can afford a home. The ones that can't are usually screw ups. You hope they are just down on their luck and if you help them out, they'll do okay, but most are just screw ups.) People break stuff, steal stuff, let their animals live in the apartments and urinate and deficate all over the carpet, despite having a no pets clause in the lease, and then it's so bad that when they move out, you have to shovel out the carpet that's disintegrated from the animal feces. (Yes, I had to shovel out rotten carpet once.) So, dad decided to get out of the residential business and get into commercial leasing. There's more money in it, and you are usually dealing with a better class of people. So dad sold all of the apartment buildings to some people, even the ones that were across the road from their house. He still owns his house and about 4 acres that it is on, and about 5 or 6 acres across the street. Some evenings, he takes a .22 rifle and mom's Jack Russel Terrior, Blossom, and they go squirrel hunting. It's legal because they aren't in the city limits. They hunt squirrels because Blossom likes to eat them, and there are so many around there, that they start coming in the house if you don't keep them thinned out.

So back to the story: Dad and Blossom are hunting squirrels and Blossom is across the road from the house and she has one treed. Dad is walking toward her when she comes running back across the road with a Doberman and German Shepard chasing her. Dad fired a warning shot into the air, and the Doberman turned and ran away. The GS kept coming. Dad fired another shot in the air, and it turned and ran. He was just about to check Blossom to see if she was hurt, and this guy comes running out of the apartment across the street. He stopped in the middle of the road and yelled, "Are you shooting at my dogs, Mother Fucker?" Now, my dad is about 6'3" and weighs about 300 lbs. He's not a small guy. He's also holding a loaded rifle. He looked at the guy and said, "No. If I were shooting at your dogs, they would be dead now. I was trying to keep them away from my dog." The guy says, "If you kill my dog, I'll kill you." By this time my mother has come out to see what the shouting is about, and dad tells her to call the cops. So they do, and they ask if anyone has a gun. She tells them yes, so they are there in about a minute.

When the cops get there they ask dad what happened and he tells them. He also noticed that the guy parked his jeep on dad's property, instead of the driveway. Dad tells the guy to move his jeep and he starts to mouth off, so the cop tells the guy to move his jeep. Later dad needs to go Lowe's to get something, so he is going to drive the truck that is across the road in the shed. He goes over there and drives by the apartments to get back to the main road. The guy opens the apartment door, steps out, looks at my dad, and fires a shot into the air.

So dad starts trying to find out about this guy. It turns out the guy had been arrested and charged with rape a while back, but he was released due to lack of evidence. He also had an assault charge, for hitting someone with a blackjack at a bar.

So sometime after dad started trying to find information on the guy, he found out dad was checking his history. Someone also apparently told him dad really wasn't someone he wanted to mess with. (If you get on dad's bad side, it usually turns out bad for you. He knows all the businessmen in the area, so if you skip out on rent, you can forget getting another apartment in the city. And although he doesn't fight, no one has ever landed a punch. And if they swung at him, they usually ended up laying on the ground wondering what happened.) So, when dad came back from Lowe's and his other errands, there were 3 messages on the answering machine, with the guy begging forgiveness. He was saying things like, "I don't want any trouble." But dad won't speak to him, and dude is freaking out. He wants dad to tell him he's forgiven or something. I don't think dad's pissed or anything, he's just letting the guy sweat a little. It's funny though to see someone so afraid of him... my dad is one of the nicest people I know. He goes out of his way to help people, and I've never known him to physically hurt anyone (except some guy puched him at Disney World and dad stomped his toe so hard the guy limped for the rest of the day.) But once you get on his bad side...

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  • Does he give man lessons?
    Can't let a treasure like that pass on without influencing a few more generations.
  • No-body has landed a punch, yet a paragraph later he got punched at disney world?
    • Yeah, I don't know about you, but I want to know more about the Disney adventure.
      • Granted. :-)

        We were at Disney, and we were getting on the trolley that takes you from the parking area to the actual park. There are 4 of us. My parents, my little sister and myself. Dad sees a place big enough for all 4 of us to sit, so he goes up to sit down. As he turns around to sit down, the guy next to him says, "This seat is saved for my wife," and pushes dad, causing him to hit his head on the roof of the trolley, and almost fall off the trolley, which is starting to move. Dad turns around and

    • Sorry... it was late. I mistyped. If you'll notice it says "puched" that should be "pushed" and the guy was behind him. See the reply to the comment under this one.
  • Entertaining story.

    Houses in the south: yeah, but the houses they can afford don't get foreclosed on. Someone slaps the wheels back on them and tows them away. I swear, when I went to Myrtle Beach when my brother graduated, they had dealers, like car dealers, but for mobile homes. And for the real broke ass, there was a lot that sold repoed homes.

    Fun stories about intimidating rednecks: my grandfather raised about a dozen of his younger siblings after his old man ran out on a drunk. They moved from NC to
    • I like both of your stories, because I feel that there are many times where society can handle the civil disputes themselves. I think that someone has to be taught a lesson eventually. Thus it's better to let a person do it, who is closest to the situation.

      I must say though, that I have a difficult time imagining a 16 year old beating up some older person. I'm sure that a picture of him would change my mind like that.

      If I ever have kids, I hope that they don't ever get picked on. I'm willing to do what it
      • He maxed out at about 6'4", 300 lbs, maybe 10% body fat. At 16, he had been doing farm labor (again, in the mid 20's, before much of the mechanization) for about 5 years. But it was also mental and determination. Someone fucked with his family. That wouldn't happen a second time.

        (I should also mention, somewhat similarly to TL's dad, he was imminently fair. Eventually, he was running crews on different farms. And he was one of the first to pay a black man the same as a white in the area. His logic? "I don'

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