Outraged Over My Campsite Being Searched Again

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DearMissMermaid

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I am careful to abide by all the rules. But still they show up. Then they thoroughly search my campsite. It's annoying. I've done nothing wrong. Not breaking any laws here, just peacefully camping with my puppy dog and a few friends are  visiting off and on.  But search it they do  and with their grimy hands.

Every day. 

Every night. Is this harassment?

What are they looking for?  I ask them, but they refuse to tell me. I like to be outdoors, so I have awning, chairs, table, rug, set up, plus the picnic table is here. I am working on various projects, so much of that is scattered on my table, as I plod forward.

We went to the beach, then came back to find them searching my campsite again. They have even woken me up in the dead of night because they were making such a ruckus searching my camp outside. In the dark! What an outrage!  Harley barks at them ferociously.  I ask them to leave. They ignore us.

I draw the line, refusing to let them inside and I lock my door when we go to the beach. Legally, nothing they can do about that. But still they inspect every square inch of my outdoor camp and have crawled under my motorhome several times checking up under there for gawd-knows-what.

Are they confusing me with a known smuggler? 

Afterwards the buggers even had the nerve to wash their filthy hands in my dog's outdoor water dish. It's an old stainless steel cooking pan. It's heavy enough the dog doesn't drag it away, the winds can't blow it into another camp site. I fill it to the top with fresh water every day. Now the search party washed their dirty hands in it after crawling under my motorhome to search.  How tacky is that?

Tsk tsk tsk.  Is that not rude or what?  Some say I should just pack up and leave, but why?  The campground won't refund my money if I leave, I've done nothing wrong. I just want to peaceably live my life.

Today I noticed they busted up some plastic Easter eggs. I had saved them to give to my luncheon guest yesterday. He opened them, then ate the candy. He closed them back up, setting them on the outdoor table. The search party, while trying to open the eggs to see what I might be hiding in there, simply broke them into  jagged pieces.

Then for good measure, they knocked everything off my outdoor table. Is that not spiteful or what?  Here I am a law abiding citizen, just camping out near the beach, trying to have a little fun.

Next they opened up the outdoor coffee can I use for small bits of garbage. I bet they were surprised!  It mostly contained cigarette butts, shrimp peelings and doggy poop baggies. Used doggy poop baggies. Ha ha!  I saw their noses wrinkle up in disgust at  the unpleasant aroma of those three combined. So they scattered the contents across the campsite. I had to pick up the mess. I surely didn't want them writing me tickets for littering.

It's not just me getting the special treatment. Finally I met some other campers who complained they too were the subject of frequent searches, with the search party making a huge mess of their camp too.

One camper said, they opened up his cooler and confiscated all his food while he was at the beach. Now they have nothing to eat until they travel 20 miles back back to the closest grocery store.

Today when they showed up, I got out my camera and started snapping pictures of them but this time, they ran off, as if my camera was the very devil. But I still got a good picture of one of them, even though he is wearing a mask. I guess they don't want to be identified.

I posted his picture here.
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I remembered your April Fool story and figured this one out early.  What was it George said, "fool me once, shame on ? shame on you. Fool me ? you can't get fooled again." ;D
 
;D After the April fool story I was prepared for just about anything. What a hoot.
 
Many years ago, I was on a four day canoe trip with a fairly good sized group of friends. The car shuttle took longer than anticipated, and we were late getting onto the river. We knew how many miles we needed to cover each day so it was dark by the time we started eating our communal dinner. It had been a tough day, so we cleaned up the dishes and cookware, and crawled into our tents. Somehow, nobody noticed that the large sack of bread was still out.

The next morning, we found the wrappers from six loaves of white bread scattered all over, but there was not a slice to be found. The rye bread was a different story. It seems that these racoons didn't like rye bread. Unfortunately, they weren't smart enough to understand that every slice of rye bread tastes just like every other slice of rye bread. Each slice had one bite taken out, and they were tossed all around the site.

Have you ever eaten peanut butter and jelly spread on the palm of your hand?
 
Many years ago, I was horse camping in the hills of Southern California with a group of lady friends and their horses.  We were in tents and used ice coolers for the perishable food.  After dinner the coolers were latched up tight and we climbed into the tents.  None of us heard the little bandits, but they got one cooler open and emptied the contents.  They did the most damage to the creamed cheese container.  There were two containers of creamed cheese: one regular and one "non-fat".  They left the "non-fat" one alone and devoured the regular creamed cheese.  Apparently they are not worried about their weight or healthy eating.  ;)

Marsha~
 
We had the brother of this guy down in Fla.  Ours would come by at least twice a day, sometimes more in the broad day light.. He would walk our beach and hop into the boat, sniff around and one day he ate a bunch of rubber worms I left out.  If I happened to be down on the river front when he came by he would rare up and snort at me like I was tresspassing on ''his'' lot.  Once he actually bumped into my leg because he was not watching where he was going and he snarled at me for getting in ''his'' way. 
He had a regular route from Scout island bridge all the way around to the office covering about 25 campsights and he would steal your shrimp out of your bait bucket if you did not lock it.  He started out being ''cute'' and ended up being a pain in the butttt. 
I think this is why they wear a mask.....

If you dont appreciate our vets.... GO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE.........
 
Ah, I saw that one coming!  ;D ;D ;D If you are still in FL let me know by email or phone. We will be in Titusville until the first week of June. Would like to have dinner again somewhere.
 
Write your Congressman!!!!!!  Your Senator!!!!!!!  A law about how to stop such searches could probably be passed with little chance of a Veto by our President!!!!  Makes more since than some of the other stuff they've passed. ;D
 
I saw that one coming too.  He! He!

My chickens wouldn't go in their house at night, scared to death, I figured a snake.  I had to take them out, turn on the lights, they looked, in, under, and around.  But one evening I went out and my dog BJ went nuts.  Wouldn't you know he tied into a raccoon, scared me to death.  But then I knew.  Hubby says not good a coon can kill a dog, even a 75 pound one.  He set the trap, we had a time catching him.  You could see where he stuck his paws in the cage trying to get the food without going in, finally did.  Hubby said he was a younger one and BJ was lucky.  Took a few more nights, now hens are back to normal and going in. 

I think the coon was also eating all BJ's dogfood at night while he was asleep, some watchdog.

Best thing to do is get a no kill trap like we got.  Hubby took him elsewhere and let him out.
 
PatrioticStabilist said:
Hubby took him elsewhere and let him out.
How's your neighbor's chickens doing? :)

Speaking of snakes, my DW is deathly afraid of snakes.  Just this afternoon when she went to gather the eggs I noticed she came back empty-handed.  She whispered with a very white face, "There's a snake in the chicken house".

I checked it out and sure enough there was a 4'-5' blacksnake helping himself to an egg.  My choice was to kill the snake or kill my wife.  This time I chose the snake.  I would have just carried it off (to the neighbors), but that would have satisfied my wife.  She'd know it was still somewhere in the neighborhood.  Oh well, he'll feed the vultures so it's not a total waste.
 
Trap 'em and remove 'em!
 

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OMG.... Hook, line, sinker.... Can't believe I was taken that far down the path... Great thread.
 
Read through your blog last night, lots of fun reading. 
 
I remember an America's Funniest Videos about your campsite searcher.  This couple keep finding things missing from their refrigerator at a summer home.  They set up a video camera to find out what neighbor was visiting when they were gone.  One of your campsite searchers came into the cottage via the doggy door.  Opened the refrigerator and helped himself. Oh the family dog just watched no barking.
 
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