Gimme the Good Earth III
Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2019 2:18 pm
Looking back on who's sitting behind me.
But the "ranger" proved to be just a cop, he came up to me as I was leaving he asked if I had a bear canister, I was on top of the world so I told the truth, nope; Hell last day in the park for me anyway so what. He radioed it in and started to follow me down the Trail. WTF!
Retrieve my pack, and said he was going hike me out to the park boundary (just half a mile from the trail head). As I said, it was last day in the park so whatever dude. I engage him in conversation, tried to keep it light, no worries, he was fascinated by my hike, never heard of such a thing, I answered all his questions, even personal ones, And I wondered with the PCT going right through his park why he never once talked to a distance hiker before this??? Now he knows I hoped he doesn't start harassing the PCTers too. Most weren't using one same as me, unaware of the new bear cannister rule
The trail in front The shadow behind me. The Head dickwad discussing out of earshot how to turn a simple ticket, improper food storage, into a court appearance. Pissed they were doing this, knowing my rights, I demanded he arrest me so I can see the magistrate today or tomorrow, solve this right way, Whoa! He wouldn't do it. Balked. He was suppose to but just yelled at me to sit down and shut up. Fucking pig. Then wouldn't let me sign or read the ticket first, said I could read my copy after the fact. Wrong as he could be. Then to top it off they had my mailing address wrong also, and wouldn't correct it. WTf!! After I told the head dickwad he was a worthless as a Ranger and now proved to be a bad cop by not following current federal rules on arrest. He yelled at me from across the parking lot as I was walking away that I was banned from Lassen National Park. Fool, I know it takes a court order for that. Glad I got under his skin tho.
Slipped away into the forest, still in Lassen Park, took a break till they left and smoked a bowl to center myself
Letting nature sooth me: Bleeding Heart. Looking back at Brokeoff Mountain Then continued on my route as planned, which was turned out to be another night in the Park anyway since I was delayed.
To the left a Ranger, so I thought. He heard me talking with the couple beside talking about my hike, among a bunch of other stuff. We were having a good time, they had hike the Tahoe Rim trail last year and some cool stories tell.But the "ranger" proved to be just a cop, he came up to me as I was leaving he asked if I had a bear canister, I was on top of the world so I told the truth, nope; Hell last day in the park for me anyway so what. He radioed it in and started to follow me down the Trail. WTF!
Retrieve my pack, and said he was going hike me out to the park boundary (just half a mile from the trail head). As I said, it was last day in the park so whatever dude. I engage him in conversation, tried to keep it light, no worries, he was fascinated by my hike, never heard of such a thing, I answered all his questions, even personal ones, And I wondered with the PCT going right through his park why he never once talked to a distance hiker before this??? Now he knows I hoped he doesn't start harassing the PCTers too. Most weren't using one same as me, unaware of the new bear cannister rule
The trail in front The shadow behind me. The Head dickwad discussing out of earshot how to turn a simple ticket, improper food storage, into a court appearance. Pissed they were doing this, knowing my rights, I demanded he arrest me so I can see the magistrate today or tomorrow, solve this right way, Whoa! He wouldn't do it. Balked. He was suppose to but just yelled at me to sit down and shut up. Fucking pig. Then wouldn't let me sign or read the ticket first, said I could read my copy after the fact. Wrong as he could be. Then to top it off they had my mailing address wrong also, and wouldn't correct it. WTf!! After I told the head dickwad he was a worthless as a Ranger and now proved to be a bad cop by not following current federal rules on arrest. He yelled at me from across the parking lot as I was walking away that I was banned from Lassen National Park. Fool, I know it takes a court order for that. Glad I got under his skin tho.
Slipped away into the forest, still in Lassen Park, took a break till they left and smoked a bowl to center myself
Letting nature sooth me: Bleeding Heart. Looking back at Brokeoff Mountain Then continued on my route as planned, which was turned out to be another night in the Park anyway since I was delayed.