They'd ignore the dogs & sit in the driveway honking their horn. And if I actually wasn't home, they'd call my phone to see when I'd be back (and I'd give a pretty penny to know how they got my phone number)!
UNTIL.... They showed up during deer season one year....
I was elbows deep in butchering up a deer. Blood-covered t-shirt, blood all up my arms & probably even spattered onto my face. BIG butcher knife in hand...
I strolled out the front door, glaring at them, yelling "I told y'all to stop harrassing me!!!!!!!"
They took one look at me, gasped, dove into their car & hightailed it out of here.
I haven't seen a single one since & that was probalby 15 years ago....
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