An original oil painting on canvas by June Pauline Zent 30×40 inches
Here is a small offering to nudge you into the season. This is what a part of my land looks like when the foliage starts to turn about this time of year. The stream is spring fed and crystal clear deep in the woods and the air is 80+ instead of 100+ I love to walk back here and listen to the water running over the rocks and squirrels rustling through the leaves fussing at the intruder.
An enterprising neighbor approached me about a year into my ownership and offered to help me keep illegal hunters and fishermen off the land. He had “connections” like a son-in-law who was a trooper and just putting a sign up would be a sufficient warning. The sign went up but strangely with his name on it. It made me uneasy but he was just trying to help a single five foot high female neighbor manage her land. Right”
Wrong! while passing the entrance to that side of the twelve acres one day I noticed two trucks in the right of way. I went on a little excursion through the trees which were marked with red flags until I came upon two men crouched with their guns and camouflage blinds who were so busted!
We had an enlightening discussion about what they were doing and just whose land they were hunting on. Turns out that it was the benevolent neighbor and his friend who thought they had permission to hunt without permission. We got that straightened out and I am sure that he will never forgive me! Later other neighbors said that he had conned them the same way. Truthfully I do not understand why people will buy land and then clear-cut it of all the beautiful trees then look around for woods to hunt on. I regard myself as steward of this land and no one will shoot anything on it. Wait, maybe a Cotton Mouth Moccasin coming at me in the pond!