Rick wrote:If you were in your old spot, you'd probably be just as frustrated as me. Until the wind change there were geese roosting on the big buffaloed piece they did where Jarren was and are some still to south, but your new neighbors to the west are doozies. Thought The Yat might be trying to jack with me when he was doing laps of the protection levee, but yesterday a new vehicle showed up and hunted the green slough there that specks like to use, and I have to wonder if he wasn't trying to screw his buddies by keeping the birds off the place.
Didn't much matter, as some birds still tried to get in - but most bumped hard off the UTV parked on top of the protection levee (next to you).
Deltaman wrote:Gotta ask............who is the Big Yat?????? Just a shitty neighbor, or is there some colorful history?
Rick wrote:Deltaman wrote:Gotta ask............who is the Big Yat?????? Just a shitty neighbor, or is there some colorful history?
He goes by many names in this area, but is the nephew of a fellow who founded a very successful restaurant chain you'd know and who claimed to manage a new New Orleans start-up featuring a "Big Yat" sandwich back when he hunted with our camp, so that's what we called him. Had a membership he felt entitled him to drive around the leases checking with parties to see how they were doing during prime time among other things, but which wasn't renewed due to that and "other things". Started his own commercial place "Camp Abuse," proceeded to alienate as many land owners as possible and wound up doing some federal prison time for waterfowing violations, which isn't easy unless you cop quite an attitude with the feds citing you.
Hadn't seen him in years, then passed an old Bronco with a row of lights on the cab, like he used to drive, and low and behold, a now gray version of himself was driving. They buried a new to me this year blind in the first east-west levee south of the road, which popped with the first good rain but has been re-anchored.
Rick wrote:Deltaman wrote:Gotta ask............who is the Big Yat?????? Just a shitty neighbor, or is there some colorful history?
He goes by many names in this area, but is the nephew of a fellow who founded a very successful restaurant chain you'd know and who claimed to manage a new New Orleans start-up featuring a "Big Yat" sandwich back when he hunted with our camp, so that's what we called him. Had a membership he felt entitled him to drive around the leases checking with parties to see how they were doing during prime time among other things, but which wasn't renewed due to that and "other things". Started his own commercial place "Camp Abuse," proceeded to alienate as many land owners as possible and wound up doing some federal prison time for waterfowing violations, which isn't easy unless you cop quite an attitude with the feds citing you.
Hadn't seen him in years, then passed an old Bronco with a row of lights on the cab, like he used to drive, and low and behold, a now gray version of himself was driving. They buried a new to me this year blind in the first east-west levee south of the road, which popped with the first good rain but has been re-anchored.
Ericdc wrote:I understand. The pup would be welcome though since I don't have one.
Just wanted you to know you are invited and would enjoy showing you our little piece of heaven.
Rick wrote:If the dipstick hadn't broke at shot, he'd not of had to do all that, and we might have gotten another. Grrr...
Rick wrote:Oh, and Dave, I'd neglected to mention stopping off after at the crawfish pond kitty-cornered to your old place to wash the mud off Marsh and my feet and having our new neighbor, The Yat, stop to chat. Seems he just bought that piece on your west. "There goes the neighborhood..."
Jarren wrote:Rick are any birds still hanging around our piece? Thinking of going lay in the mud one more time before it's over.
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