Before I get to the “Full-Fledged” Rant that is coming up next (and remember that I can rant if I want to, rant if I want to, rant if I want to…you would rant too…wait that’s a song isn’t it?)….the last mini-rant regarding the shipping fee I paid has been resolved. The store refunded the overpayment so all is well there.
Now….I guess you’re wondering what has my knickers in a twist tonight aren’t you?
We have a one acre pond in our back yard that is stocked with catfish and crappie (white perch), and a few carp. We’re the ones who pay the upkeep on the pond. We’re the ones who pay to keep it stocked. It’s ours. It does not belong to the public.
We used to allow a few people to fish in our pond but with the exception of maybe 3 people…everyone else abused that privilage and we no longer allow anyone to fish in it except personally invited…on-occasion—guests that we hand select. There were 2 elderly brothers who are both gone now that were perfect gentlemen regarding use of the pond. If they were still alive, they would be welcome to enjoy a day of fishing. Our friend Rodney J. (Beth’s DH) has never abused use of the pond.
Whatever our reasons are for limiting access to our pond are strictly up to us to decide. We’re not taking a poll. OK….so that’s the beginning of today’s story.
A man knocked on our front door late this afternoon. No one who knows us knocks on the front door. Don went outside and asked if he could help the man. The man extended his hand and introduced himself. I stayed outside so I could hear and because I’m leary of anyone who stops (post-Katrina era… remember?).
The next thing I hear is the man asking about the pond and then I heard Don say “If that’s the way you want to take it” and then Don came stalking back to the house and the man went to his vehicle.
So, Don had told the man we didn’t allow people to fish our pond. (I think it was last summer I ran 2 men away who had parked in one of our driveways and made themselves right at home fishing within 50 yards of our house….when I asked what they thought they were doing…they proudly told me they were fishing! What???)
Back to the story….The man countered Don with “If you were a man of God, you would let people fish in your pond. You would not turn them away.”
Since I’m really, truly trying to stop cursing, I’ll just say “What the hey???”.
And, since we’re in the process of surrounding the pond with 6′ chain link fence and the entire front border of the pond is already fenced…don’t you think that would be a clue that fishing is off limits????
I am constantly amazed at what people think is ok to do and what they think they are entitled to.