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They always taste so much better than the ones you've paid for. Why is that?
So our office was treated to some fab Indian cuisine today, and I'm a very happy bear

One word "SOUL"

I always enjoy eating someone else's fresh Chips (free), rather than the ones I bought for myself...

...they always taste so much nicer!

Paul...a Chip off the old block... ...!

Afternoon all...

I always thought:

-walking into a farmers field several rows and picking some corn at night always tasted better than buying the corn at a store...

-climbing a fence at a farmers apple orchard and picking some apples at night always tasted better than the one's in a store...

FlyingTrucker wrote:Afternoon all...

I always thought:

-walking into a farmers field several rows and picking some corn at night always tasted better than buying the corn at a store...

-climbing a fence at a farmers apple orchard and picking some apples at night always tasted better than the one's in a store...

When we lived in Yuma, there was a constant battle between the farmers and the snowbirds. All winter they would try to just walk into a farmer's fields/orchards and just grab what they wanted then walk out, and all winter long the farmers would be standing guard with shotguns loaded with rocksalt.
The police/sheriff's deputies? Stood over the snowbird's hospital beds after taking the report and told them politly enough..."tough toenails. Don't steal someone's produce, don't get a butt full of rocksalt!", then walk out. No lawsuits ever went through, no farmer ever arrested, let alone jailed.

Juat a thought from the farmer's side of things. This stuff is their lively-hood, just as much as a store owner's inventory, and they have every right to protect it as such. Would any of us walk into a General Store in a town someplace, pick up a saw, hammer, some nails and an electric drill and walk out? NO!! Same thing with the farmer's produce!

Just my take on things...
Pat☺

Good morning all...

You are absolutely right Pat...good post...

We lived in the heart of a farming community and owned a little more than three (3) sections of land (more now), a river as a boundary, at the end of a dead end road and the nearest neighbor miles away, that was one of our old homesteads.

My grandparents put in two three thousand foot grass/snow strips after the First World War (1914 to 1918) and the river, well that was a runway also.

Grew are own corn, fruits and vegetables and canning was done in the Fall/Autumn.

Moose, deer, bear, fish along with chickens, ducks, geese, pork and beef were the meats on the table. If you lived on a farm meat did not come from a butcher usually.

No School Buses then, school buses make children lazy, children walked in groups guided buy the oldest, skied, snow shoed, rowed a boat, skated and several even rode a horse to a one, two or three room school house with an outhouse, well and thirteen grades in that building. Kindergarten, Day Care or Welfare was not even though of back then.

Made our own alcoholic beverages (fruit) and I think the jugs at the bottom of the silo when empty of corn would run a Tiger Moth...

When I took over the cattle and horses were all sold off except for the kids riding horses which soon turned into motorcycles and bugsmashing rag and tube tail draggers.

Corn roasts along with a Saturday morning tail gate get together down at the hangar or at the barn was the norm.

Will have to watch what I post as some folks may read it the wrong way...

Again thanks for the comment Pat...

P.S. Rock Salt in a shotgun is hard on the barrel, it is almost as bad as a double charge of black powder in a smooth bore...not good...trust me I know...