masseyrider
Veteran Member
My parents had a fruit farm. The property at the back was a bush lot that came right up to their property line.
This one kid couple times a day would come down along the edge of the bush and then turn onto their headland and open up his dirt bike.
One time my father was spraying. The trees were heavy with fruit and foliage. The tractor was running hard and the sprayer blower puts out a lot of noise.
No way to see or hear anything coming when you get to the end of a row. Just as he came out of the row this kid zipped by. The old man said how they missed making contact was a miracle.
Day in and day out this kid on the dirt bike kept on zooming by. Final straw came as the peaches were ready to pick and it was hot and dry. He kept on kicking up a plume of dust that was settling on the fruit.
The old man found an old plank, like a 2x12, and drove at least a dozen eave trough nails into it. He then partially buried it in the loose soil were the kid turned onto their land.
We were out there picking and along came dufus and as he made his turn the back wheel of his bike caught at least one of the nails, picked up the board and hit him in the back with it. The old man didn't want to hurt him, just give him a flat or two. Never figured on something like this.
FORTUNATELY it was not the nail side.
Never heard or saw that kid or his bike again.
This one kid couple times a day would come down along the edge of the bush and then turn onto their headland and open up his dirt bike.
One time my father was spraying. The trees were heavy with fruit and foliage. The tractor was running hard and the sprayer blower puts out a lot of noise.
No way to see or hear anything coming when you get to the end of a row. Just as he came out of the row this kid zipped by. The old man said how they missed making contact was a miracle.
Day in and day out this kid on the dirt bike kept on zooming by. Final straw came as the peaches were ready to pick and it was hot and dry. He kept on kicking up a plume of dust that was settling on the fruit.
The old man found an old plank, like a 2x12, and drove at least a dozen eave trough nails into it. He then partially buried it in the loose soil were the kid turned onto their land.
We were out there picking and along came dufus and as he made his turn the back wheel of his bike caught at least one of the nails, picked up the board and hit him in the back with it. The old man didn't want to hurt him, just give him a flat or two. Never figured on something like this.
FORTUNATELY it was not the nail side.
Never heard or saw that kid or his bike again.