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Hop Kiln Road
Got a little run going here, uncanny, looks like Doc hit the tap in right on the nose. Maybe 1.5 gpt in 36 hours, tested 2.1%, clear and foamy, but the Wheeler Brook tank was pretty light so hiked in to spruce up a couple laterals just before dark and what do I find, three tough looking squirrels trying to make off with about 20 feet of my mainline, probably going to sell it for scrap to finance their recreational habits. Well I only had a bunch of fittings and a tubing tool so I figure I can make a break for it and out run 'em, but its three on one, and before I can get the jump on 'em the biggest and meanest looking squirrel grabs me by my carhartts. He's got a bunch of my 1/2" clamps on his fingers and real bad acorn breath, and demands I turn over my ATM card before, "I get messed up real bad." Enough said, couple feet of mainline ain't worth it. I high tail back to my truck while they scurry the mainline and a bunch of laterals up the brook headed for that Manchester scrap dealer. Yikes, so shook by the time I got home couldn't even squeeze a lime! Swore to M I was going back in the morning with dad's M-1 and first thing drop the big one, no warning, nothing. Well she says I can't do that cause NH has some threshold law! Says I've got to retreat first, but, if the squirrels cross the threshold of my abode, and I feel threatened, then I can shoot 'em. Guys, seriously, I practice and I'm no slouch, but three squirrels in the house with the dogs going nuts, M's Hummel collection, my adrenaline, probably use a whole clip just to take out the little runt brandishing the tire iron. Still think I ought to just ambush 'em on their threshold tomorrow morning.