The cubical jungle breeds strange officemates...
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Thursday, September 26, 2002
Stop all yer fussin an'a fuedin' an'a fightin' !
So many of you guys may have noticed I haven't updated in a while. This is for two reasons. One I've actually been doing quite a bit of work that has kept me away from desk and two, I've been trying to make heads or tails of the latest Pete extravaganza. Yesterday I achieved the grail. I now understand just what the hours upon hours of personal calls have been for this week... Huntin' Rights.
So it would appear that the huntin chalet has some competition. It comes in the form of an "Enterprizin' feller" looking to make cash instead of the sharing in the joy and excitement of getting liquored up and killing something. The bastard! It seems that what Pete has going on is almost like a hunting club. They rent land and plop the chalet on it then a bunch of guys (in this case 12) get together and pay "dues" each year to cover operating expenses. If you like killin' then I can't think of a better deal. Anyway, the problem starts when a few years ago one of his buddies decides he doesn't want to be a member of the redneck resort and starts buying up land around Pete's little corner of redneck heaven. He now owns the majority of the land there except for Pete and one other guy who sits smack dab in the middle of our little Hatfield and McCoys. Pete has been trying all week to get this poor landowner on the phone and "Plead his case" about the evils of big business taking over something as wholesome as a bunch of idiots with alcohol and guns killing anything that's not wearing day glow orange. Yesterday was the big day. He was finally able to get him on the phone after a week of leaving messages with his "Diddy" (This is one thing that just irritates me about the south. 50+ year old men running around saying "My Diddy this my Diddy that... " Arrrrrgh I don't think I have referred to my father as "Daddy" since I was two.) So Pete speaks with this poor fellow yesterday trying to sway him from selling his land to the "evil one" as all he cares about is cash. Pete made a convincing argument I must admit, "See... He got him bout fity or sity members an he chargin 'em all seben hunnert dollers to hunt on his land and be a member of his club, put pencil to paper on that'n an he makin a nice chunka change. . To top it all off he won't let us come within a hunnert yards'a his land and hunt." First off let me start by saying if I owned a Hunting Club (God forbid) and I was charging $700 dollars for people to be a member and have exclusive use of land I wouldn't let someone else hunt on it either. Secondly this is not the "evil one's" rule about the hundred yards, It's the LAW!
"A reminder to hunters: TCA Section 70-4-108. It is unlawful to hunt or shot at or chase or kill with or without dogs any wild animal, wild birds, or wildfowl on public lands and waters within 100 yards of a visible dwelling house, whether or not such a dwelling is on public or private lands, without the owner's permission. "
So Pete tried to sway this fellow and I can't say I'm conviced it worked. Hopefully our poor caught in the middle fellow has enough sense to go with the cash and get out before the ATF raids them all...
9:25 AM
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