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I always liked mowing at night, but a new field with stuff that tall in it, in your neck of the woods where I'm sure vegetation and wildlife is thick, that would be different, last evening the fields here were well lit after the moon was high in the sky, after 11:00 PM. Not very often does much really alarm me, I call it paranoia I suppose, but for some stupid reason I feel better if I have a firearm with me, but more so when on foot. You have no idea who or what you could run into, we used to have a distinct line between the city and the country where all the farms owned the property, not a lot of migration out of the city, now with so many areas encroached on by developers, and the traffic of city people a lot more common, because of Walmarts being close by, and other things, the power line is a conduit where strangers come by on ATV's ( in process of shutting it down ) and sometimes walk, my house faces 100 acres of some field, brush and wooded land, hard to see, when I was a kid it was like living in a rural environment, but close enough to all the conveniences one would need, no worry about anything, leave your keys in the car etc. now, you take a chance, you will never know when a criminal targets your place and with the increase in the encroachment by the urban environment, I play it safe, so in the hours of darkness I try to be alert, but unspooked, our natural instincts definitely keep us on our toes in the dark. Once by my grandmothers place in the mountains 20 miles away, I recall behind the church across the street running into some weird things displayed in the woods, satanic like signs, dummies hanging, all of the signs in red paint, a trail that was shaped like a circle too, it was behind the church on what I thought was their property, so here I am walking, old and tall pines, nice woods, and I realize that someone and or some people whom I never saw or heard, must have been the cause of all these rocks or something being thrown, thumps on the ground around me, heavy too, that gave me a scare, but having learned a few tactics in military school with the ROTC training, I took cover and outflanked the area where I thought the rocks or whatever was coming from, no one there, I got out of there and snuck back in heavily armed, saw nothing or no one, never went back to that place. Problem was, one of the local kids that summer disappeared from a strawberry farm, the found his decomposed body weeks later and until this day no suspect has ever been found, those woods up there are vast and I had found signs of inhabitants miles in, that place is a bit freaky, my mother pulled a shotgun on a would be intruder while staying alone there when she was young, some weird shite went on up there, along the lines of spookiness, sure wish they caught that killer though, I used to sit next to the kid on the bus.
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