Bob Shell <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: >Several years ago I was on one of my driving trips in rural Virginia >looking for interesting photographs. I was deep in the backwoods on >a dirt road. I saw a stunning landscape so I stopped the car and got >out (no room to pull over) planning to explore the possibilities of >the scene. Just as I had gotten my tripod set up and was mounting >the camera, a very rough looking country fellow in bib overalls >stepped out of the woods, rifle in hand. He didn't say a word, just >looked at me really hard. At about the same time a breeze kicked up >from his direction carrying the unmistakable smell -- a corn whiskey >still. I packed everything back in the car as quickly as I could and >continued on my way. Some people you just don't mess with.
A good friend of mine is the medical examiner for Winston-Salem, NC (and a lot of surrounding area). He knows all the general areas where the stills and marijuana farms (pot is estimated by some to be North Carolina's number 2 cash crop) are so he can make sure to get a police escort when he needs to retrieve a body from one of these places. Some of them have virtual private armies. -- Mark Roberts Photography and writing www.robertstech.com
