Gate problem

[Older Whiskey]

Do rattlesnakes hide under cattle guards ? If they do I sure would not want to try and open a gate over a cattle guard.

It depends if a rock jack is used for the latching post. If so, rattlesnakes prefer rocks and I would be more mindful of getting struck from the rock jack, than one in a cattleguard that would only get a taste of boot sole.

 

[Puzzled]

It depends if a rock jack is used for the latching post. If so, rattlesnakes prefer rocks and I would be more mindful of getting struck from the rock jack, than one in a cattleguard that would only get a taste of boot sole.

I think I'll just stay over here on the coast and take my chances with the rain and mud.

 

[Puzzled]

My hearing is less than adequate.

 

[webfoot]

My hearing is less than adequate.

I can't hear them. I generally kill about 12-15 of them a year. They don't coil up and rattle too much. Mostly they try to escape

 

[dhannaman]

Did any of y'all catch the resolution of this matter on Judge Judy? I must have missed it.

Well we will see, demand letter going certified mail. If he doesn't sign for it have to have a constable serve him & he has 10 days to resolve this issue & the letter states if he ignores it. I will be forced to take legal action. I have made sure that he is definitely wrong on this matter.

I wouldn't go in front of a judge if I couldn't show proof. I have our our deed showing our legal easement & a lot of other documentation. I am not going into this thinking I have this won not even. I am just praying that law prevails. Because he will just keep doing this & I don't want him to be able to do this anyone else.

 

[Older Whiskey]

Keep us informed. Legal ranch drama and court hearings are something I have experience and enjoy reading about. I submit this story where I was a witness.

Back in the 1970s, while waiting for a range fence job to be approved up the mountain from my place, I took a job painting a house for an old couple in town.

Anyway, as I am painting away happy as can be, and I see a car pull up, a very short guy (about the size of Danny DeVito) in a suit gets out with a briefcase, opens the gate to the neighbor's yard, walks in and halfway down the walk is suddenly rushed by a yapping Dachshund. He starts backing up and the dog rushes him, leaps up, and bites him in the crotch, and the dog's teeth get hung up on the guy's pants fly. The guy starts yelling and beating the dog with his briefcase, finally knocking the little yapper off. The dog staggers around and finally takes off yapping at a very high pitch.

A very heavy unkempt lady comes out and starts cussing at the guy who quickly retreats to his car and takes off. The police arrive and question me as to what I saw. I tell them my story and give them my contact info, then I go back to painting.

A few days later I am served with a summons to appear in small claims court. The lady was suing the salesman for the vet bill (checking the dog over) (the dog was found to be uninjured) and the salesman was countersuing for damage to his pants. The judge back then, Old Earl, had no sense of humor and didn't care much for young, independent, working ranch women.

After I told the court what I saw, referring to the dog as a small dog, the judge said to me in a gruff sarcastic tone, "Well if it isn't too much trouble or inconvenience for you young lady, tell us what breed of dog you saw attack the salesman?"

"Well I am no expert on dog breeds," I said sweetly, "but I am guessing it was a Weiner dog."

BAM BAM BAM went the gavel and I was scolded and threatened by old Earl to never disrespect his court like that ever again.