Here in the old world we learned the wild west - it should maybe the
wild east....
Cheers,
ronald
Mark Roberts wrote:
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.
