I lived in White Bluff, Tn. and had trouble with a gang of poachers that lived down the road shooting game and stealing my herbs to sell. I invited a friend of mine who was a class III firearms dealer down to have a little shoot. He brought all of his toys and we burned up a bunch of full auto rounds on my range that day. Never had a problem after that.
Is that a euphemism?
I lived on a 110 acre fallow farm. On the edge of the Cuyahoga Valley Reservation. Lots of deer turkeys, etc.. More than I could ever use. If someone came to my door, and struck in the right way, I usually let them hunt. But there was a price! I demanded some meat for my freezer. I also let them know that 5 of my friends also hunted there, and that they were Park Rangers.
But one time I found a deer stand from someone who didn’t have permission. I shat in it.