I like blackberries, nobody else in this house wants to pick them . It's easier for them to go buy berries at the store. So I decided to go pick berries on the way home Tuesday, picked 1.5 gallons. Found a better spot on Wednesday. Today I picked appx 1/2 gallon and this fuzzy faced guy in new red Chevy truck almost pulls into the ditch against traffic on 238 to tell me I can't pick on his " own private property". The spot was about 1/4 mile from any house, right next to the road by the fence. I politely apologized and left and then he proceeded to call me a not so polite name.
I should have given what I picked back.. in his lap... I don't think my Tercel would have been a good get-a-way vehicle... Sigh, I know there are some really nice people in southern Oregon but I think they are getting outnumbered