Karbon Kounty Moos

The Sugar Beet Baron and I were happy to be home. After breakfast, we went into the living room to read the newspaper. Someone sped through the driveway to the field. I went out the door and saw that a pickup had stopped. Someone was getting out to open the gate. I called out, and a guy got in the pickup, then backed up to the house. It was windy and cold. I was standing there in my pajamas. The driver was a knucklehead who has been coming out to hunt for the last few years.

He said: “Oh, I didn’t know that you were home. If I had known you were home I would have stopped. I was just talking to your father-in-law, he said it was okay for me to chase up those geese.”

I said nothing.

He said: “If there’s ever anything that I can do for you, just let me know. I didn’t know that anyone was home, if I did, I’d have stopped.”

I said nothing and went back inside.

The knucklehead left soon after.

The next day I related the story to my father-in-law. He said that he had not spoken to the goose hunter. He also said that he had been trying to catch him the last few times that he’d been on the place. Not only had he left gates open, he had been moving cows around.

So I called the hunter and said: “Remember the other day when you said, ‘if there’s anything that I can do for you?’ Well, you can stay off the place.”

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