Stalker62
Well-Known Member
Just scooting around the farm today, in the world famous Jeep.
After loading up the feed, I notice the fuel gauge is hard up against, "Empty".
The petrol station is only a mile or so from the farm. The Jeep's exhaust is hanging off and she is plastered in mud. The damn thing has got "Pull me" written all over her.
I take the risk. What are the odds? Never a Police Officer about when you need one is there? We all know they are busy fitting people up and plotting the abolition of private firearms ownership...
But, what about when you don't want one? What then?
I am about three quarters of the way there, and I see (parked up and doing paperwork), in the gateway to a field, a fully uniformed Office and his liveried Police Car.
I immediately, sense my heart rate increase and then my face to blush. Why?
I also discreetly reach down and check I have secured the seatbelt across my chest - I have. Why then am I bothered?
Pulling into the petrol station, I "casually' scan the surrounding area for signs that the Police Officer has decided I am worth a 'tug" (no pun).
There is a firearm in the jeep. The magazine and ammunition are in one of my pockets, the bolt is in a holster on my belt. Nothing to see here Officer. So why am I scanning for signs of him?
The Police car emerges from the quite country road from where he had been parked, and pulls onto the 'main drag'. I see him 'clock me'. He drives off and I am not troubled by him.
Why then was my heart still pounding?
This cannot be just me?

After loading up the feed, I notice the fuel gauge is hard up against, "Empty".
The petrol station is only a mile or so from the farm. The Jeep's exhaust is hanging off and she is plastered in mud. The damn thing has got "Pull me" written all over her.
I take the risk. What are the odds? Never a Police Officer about when you need one is there? We all know they are busy fitting people up and plotting the abolition of private firearms ownership...
But, what about when you don't want one? What then?
I am about three quarters of the way there, and I see (parked up and doing paperwork), in the gateway to a field, a fully uniformed Office and his liveried Police Car.
I immediately, sense my heart rate increase and then my face to blush. Why?
I also discreetly reach down and check I have secured the seatbelt across my chest - I have. Why then am I bothered?
Pulling into the petrol station, I "casually' scan the surrounding area for signs that the Police Officer has decided I am worth a 'tug" (no pun).
There is a firearm in the jeep. The magazine and ammunition are in one of my pockets, the bolt is in a holster on my belt. Nothing to see here Officer. So why am I scanning for signs of him?
The Police car emerges from the quite country road from where he had been parked, and pulls onto the 'main drag'. I see him 'clock me'. He drives off and I am not troubled by him.
Why then was my heart still pounding?
This cannot be just me?






