Flathead76
Junior Member
This one is not about hunting. My parents live in Geauga county. One day the patty wagon pulls in the driveway. The oldest amish guy knocks on the front door and asks for my Dad. Knowing this was going to get good I go and get him. He asks my Dad about doing some timbering on the back of our property and gives my Dad a quote for the trees. My Dad asks him how he knows what kind of trees are back there. The amish guy replies we have already survied it. My Dad looses it and tells them any amish caught back there is a dead amish. They quickly left. My Dad goes back into the woods and the bastards had litterally spray painted a mark on every stinking hardwood tree over 12" in diameter. This was over 25 years ago and some of the spray paint marks are still there.