Due to it's isolated location at least a half mile from any inhabited dwelling spring time brings with it a trip to collect discarded beer cans. The young folk like this spot for maybe some beer drinking, perhaps some weed and the whoopee. Years ago I was bow hunting not far from the road way and I heard a vehicle slowly making its way down the road and stopping about half way along the north property line. I couldn't see the vehicle but before too long I heard the sounds of whoopee. The sounds of which interrupted a perfectly fine hunt.
I took a walk up there the other day to clean out nest boxes and found this...
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Wide-open spaces and mulch everywhere. It would appear that the town had a forestry brush mower clear the right of way along the gravel path.
The clearing is so complete there's no evidence of the trees we planted adjacent to the right of way but they're most definitely gone! While it will be easier to spot the beer cans there is more room for the whoopee and for trespassing road hunters and poachers to sneak in under cover of darkness.
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