There's a bit more of a story to it. There was pig skins hanging there before our time here and at one stage they left a heap of offal just laying there beside the road so I put a post on the local buy sell group asking people to stop doing it and then the games began, gutbags left in our gateway just down the road from it etc, we started padlocking the gate and the chain got cut off it a couple times. There's a paddock just before it and we've found gutbags and heads laying in there several times where they've been shot from the road and we find ute tracks through the grass on a regular basis. There's been a pile of piglets all torn up by dogs left there and several early velvet bucks heads left hanging on the fence last year too, I probably should have just left it alone but since I put that post up it's like a fun game for whoever it is that does it
270 is a harmonic divisor number[1]
270 is the fourth number that is divisible by its average integer divisor[2]
270 is a practical number, by the second definition
The sum of the coprime counts for the first 29 integers is 270
270 is a sparsely totient number, the largest integer with 72 as its totient
Given 6 elements, there are 270 square permutations[3]
10! has 270 divisors
270 is the smallest positive integer that has divisors ending by digits 1, 2, …, 9.
Thats the workings of a twisted individual...
Be careful.
What about putting poison signs up. 1080 in progress or something. Make up poison sounding name, and print up official looking signs.
"Warning hydrofluride MX trial poison baits laid in area. Secondary poisoning risk extreme. Do not touch or eat any dead animals in area. Do not shoot and eat any animals during trial"
Two things ppl don't like poison and electricity. You cant see them but they will kill you.
Last edited by kruza; 29-12-2022 at 10:45 PM.
A mate experienced that on his farm up the back of Taranaki. Put out nailed boards. They came back and did quite a bit of damage to property and killing stock. Not deterred he put out boards everywhere. He located them stuck one night and they had a chat with his brother and a batten. He watched with a crow bar so they could not run away. This was in 1989. No one travels up his dead end road anymore.
I met a bloke who had a boy racer problem on his quiet deadend road - he hammered in half length warratahs on an angle sticking out of the road about 300mm - boy racers got their sumps ripped out on their cars when they came through that night
Used his lifting tool to jack them out the next morning, quite a bit of oil about..
We had 'trouble' with trespassing / illegal hunting on our Murchison farm. Gave the pig hunting rights to a bloke who was feared by all, on the condition that he kept the poachers off. No more problems. One day he gave three blokes a hiding, threw them in the river and took the pig they had. Others were tracked down at the pub and found somewhere else to hunt
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