I was in a club in Lower Peach Tree Alabama with a bunch of animals. I was issued NOCTEC for use against others on some missions. Whenever I came back on leave to go hunting azzholes would steal my food out of my truck. The last time was the last time and every one of them took a nap in the woods during a freezing thunderstorm. I laughed my azz off and they asked me not to come back.
I also made friends with some local black folk that harassed them and screwed up their chit for over a decade.
At the time my rifle had a J-Lock and the one that locked my rifle lost his rifle for good.
I’m a serious hunter and play for keeps with novice jokers
I hunted Lower Peach Tree in the late 70’s. Our club house door had a perfect buckshot pattern in it where one guy shot through the door and killed another guy. Some of the blacks would come help us make man drives. They would beat pots and pans and shoot all kinds of small game with their single shot shotguns. My dad and other club members would pay the black ladies to cook meals for us. (Best southern food ever)!!! We got in good with a black man named Leroy Karstophen and he was the head of Lower Peach tree and kept us out of local trouble.
