Terrorist Am I.....

Last week-end at the New Johnsonville National Wildlife Refuge, Sam and I got busted while bird-watching. Yep, busted by the most paranoid little one-hundred-and-two pound lady park ranger that you cannot even imagine. She was about five foot-nothing and had on a utility belt that would have made Batman cry.

She kept wanting to know if our ATV's (ATV's!) were registered in this state? Must've asked that question four or five times. She also asked us, "what was our purpose for being in the refuge?" I can only guess that she was bored.

At one point in our conversation, being the hard-of-hearing bastard that I am (I'd been on a motorbike for a couple of hours, wind noise, like a cranked Fender Twin Reverb, does take it's toll), I took a step toward her so that I could hear her a little better, she put her hand on the 9 millimeter on her hip and asked me to back away. It visibly pissed her off when I laughed out loud at her and put up my hands.

A friend of mine calls the strutting and posturing that a short person does "The Chihuahua Syndrome". I've always thought the term funny as hell, but I'd never had the opportunity to use it labelled toward a female.

She made us take off our gear so she could better talk with us. Sam threw all his shit (helmet, jacket, gloves) up on the hood of her Surburban. Then he pretty much just lounged up there. He kept Thanking her for stopping to chat with us and for her to be sure and give us all the information that she could. "Oh, yes Ma'am. Thanks again for stopping! We appreciate it!"

Hmmmm....And I'm usually the only A.M.G. smart-ass. But, I do like it when Sam gets in on the act.....