I went to school with a boy named Doug, he was the nicest kid you ever wanted to meet. His whole family was good people.

Doug worked in the drilling rigs and didn't have a lot of money when he started out - but he did not want to move far from his dad's house.

He found a neighbor 1 mile down the road that had a piece of woods that was willing to sell it to him for a price that he could afford.

The woman that sold him the land owned a large farm - aprox 200 acres with nice corn fields and hay fields and pastures for their cows - aprox 50 along with 10 prize bulls.

Then the womans husband died - just 3 weeks after they bought a $750,000 combine. It was a story right out of the bible. One day they had more money and more crops than what they knew what to do with and the next day he was dead and they were in serious financial difficulties.

When they sold Doug the small piece of land, they also promised him that if they ever sold the piece of land across the road from his Mobile home that he would be the first in line to be able to purchase it.

Well the woman was desperate for money and she sold the land to a complete stranger. She sold all the cows and all the bulls and all the farm equpt except for the new combine and a old tractor and haybine and bailer. The barns, the milking parlors - everything.

Well the new neighbor built a nice house. built a nice pond for fishing.

Then his kids turned about 10 years old and he built the most awesome motorcross course you ever saw. Just like what you see on tv with the kids jumping 60 feet into the air and riding 100 miles an hour around a course 1/2 mile long.

Only good thing that came out of it all was that the kids grew up and had to move away from home to go to college and to get a good paying job because there is nothing here for them.

The house and the pond and the motorcross course is still there - but nobody rides on it.

Our neighbors are just as ignorant up at our camp.

It got so bad that one day I chased them with my brand new Silverado - 60 miles a hour down a primitive trail barely wide enough for a motorcycle.

Their parents asked them if they were down at the camp tearing the place up and they admitted that they were.

I asked for permission to drive across their fields - and they told me that they do not allow no one to drive across their fields.

I then asked them what is the difference between me driving across their fields and their kids driving where ever they wanted across our property - especially riding their 4 wheelers in our trout pond.

The parents didn't know what to say.

I got permission to drive across their access road at the end of the field for one hunting season and the next year they installed a gate and posted signs.

I should have had the little s O b 's arrested for tresspassing and made them pay a couple of thousand dollars in property damage.

Your only option is to catch the people riding across private property with trail cams and a video camera and have them arrested.

Then go into court with about 40 hours of dirt bikes reving up their motors and get them for disturbing the peace and harassment.

Other than that - all I can say is that townies should stay in towns.

If your idea was to move to the country to get away from the city people and when you got there - you wanted to bring your city ways with you - you are not my favorite type of person. Because I do not have the money to go out and buy a couple of hundred acres to keep you away from me and I do not want to put up with your kids and their dirt bikes and all the noise and animals and b's that a landowner has to put up with because people think that when you are neighbors that they can do what ever they want.

Do I sound like you - YEP!