I was down at my acreage this last week, doing some sorely needed maintenance. I rarely get down there these days - work has been keeping me stuck in the city. There's an old logging road that splits down the middle of my property, which leads to my trailer. There are two drives from the main road that lead to the logging road and on either drive you can only get to the road by passing three tiers of my private property - keep out signs. The signs are prominent and the drives are obviously maintained, so there is no mistaking where you are going. Tuesday through Friday were quiet - only locals come up the road during the week and there aren't many locals. The weekend is a different story. On Saturday morning, as I was dragging fresh gravel over the entrance to one of the drives, three guys on four wheelers set off down the other drive and down my road. I walked over so I could confront them on the way out, but when came out, they sped up and went around me without stopping. Polite. Makes me want to string up some wire about neck level. That was enough to annoy me, but Saturday evening, while I was reclaiming some of my parking area from the jungle, some guys in a big off-road pickup blasted past me, looking right at me, and must have been going 25 on a road I take at no more than 5. Straight down my private road. It takes a few minutes to get to the end and come back, so I pulled my truck in front of the entrance and waited. Polite apologies and neighborly discussion did not ensue. Without recounting the exact conversation, the driver told me to move my truck or he'd push it out of the way. I showed him my shotgun and told him that any damage to my truck would mean they would get to wait for the cops at gunpoint. He threw his half empty soda can at me (missed) and told me to F off. I took out my little digital camera and snapped a few photos. More swearing and threatening on their part (but they didn't get out of the truck). I told him he could go pick up his trash and apologize for intruding on my property and I'd let him go, otherwise we could wait for the cops to come out. He again told me to F off, so I pulled out my cell phone and started dialing. He got out of his truck, picked up his can, said (in a less than sincere manner) "Sorry," and got back in his truck. I moved and let them go. Surprisingly, they didn't flip me any crap as they left. I snapped a good picture of their license plate on the way out. Now, the thing is, all my threats to call the cops were a bluff, because there is no phone service out there of any sort. I'm not sure what I would have done if they'd decided to force the issue. Somehow, I need to come up with a gate that will keep these guys out, but they just plow through anything that is not very sturdy (which I also know from experience). I just can't believe the gall. It is one thing to abuse someone's property when nobody is about, but to do it when it is obvious that someone is home is just beyond my comprehension.