OK, I have a pretty good and relatively long story about firewood filching. We live at the end of a dead-end road, and the house next door is rented out on a daily basis as vacation lodgings, sleeping about 10-12 people. We never know who might be there from week to week and now refer to the renters as "The Randoms," as in "The Randoms just arrived for the weekend."
Couple weeks ago, I had a 2-cord load of black locust rounds dumped in our yard, in full view of the Randoms' front door. Been gradually splitting and moving it into stacks, and I was about 75% done with the job when the latest Randoms showed up last Thursday... on Friday night, I noticed that they had a bonfire going in the riverside fire pit, and that the resulting smoke smelled remarkably like... Black Locust.
This latest party was typical: a group of dudes from a neighboring state, in town for a wedding, and in full bachelor-party mode. When they left the house on Saturday, I strolled over to the pit and found incriminating evidence: black locust splits, still smouldering. It seemed highly unlikely that these party-dudes had brought BL with them or had purchased it locally, so this was almost certainly our wood fueling the festivities.
I told my wife about the situation -- which is not the first similar incident, since I have a couple of seasoning stacks in full view of the Randoms. We decided not to call their landlady and complain since it would be more satisfying to actually catch them in the act for once!
So-- on Saturday night we attended a concert, returning home about dusk. The Randoms were nowhere to be seen, with no cars parked outside. An hour or so later they arrived, and I observed action in their yard, with signs of a fire being kindled. Shortly thereafter, it seemed like an appropriate moment to survey our grounds, so I slipped quietly out the door and approached the firewood staging area. Sure enough, out of the darkness there appeared a dude laden with a freshly filched armload of our wood!
When he saw me, his immediate response was to say "Oh hey, can we buy some firewood?" I'm not a trigger-happy type and prefer to keep such encounters as non-confrontational as possible, so I replied, "You want to buy some firewood, huh?" He immediately started apologizing and spouting excuses --"We're here for a wedding and have been pretty drunk" -- and offered "twenty or forty dollars" for a night's worth of wood. I then pointed out that the wood he was stealing was green and not truly fit for burning, and that if he wanted some *proper* wood we could come to an arrangement, suggesting that he return with payment in a minute or two. When he did so, I led him to a seasoned pile and loaded a recycling bin with some prime splits, and we carried those over to the pit area and dumped them.
He said "I really appreciate this, how much do I owe you?" He then added that it would be nice if I didn't bring this incident to the attention of the landlady... I said that since he'd offered "20 or 40 dollars" for a load we could split the difference and call it $30.00. He handed me $40.00 and repeated that it would be really nice if the landlady didn't hear about this, and I said "Dude, you don't have to bribe me but can give me as much money as you want; I just want to keep this aboveboard. " He then gave me another twenty bucks and asked for assurance that we were *cool* on the deal and wouldn't involve the landlady.
I said that it was OK and my only request was that the next time he was in a similar situation it would be wise to ask first before raiding a woodpile, since there are plenty of guys around who might be considerably more aggressive in protecting their stashes than I was. He agreed, and that ended the encounter.
I related all of this to my wife this morning, and we both gloated and laughed over the satisfaction of finally catching one of these pilferers red-handed. I'm not in the wood-selling business, but sixty bucks for a recycling bin of prime wood (plus a relatively negligible amount of green stolen the night before) works for me. If I'd pressed harder he would have given me more money; he still had another twenty in hand when we settled.
All in all, made for an interesting weekend in this burner's life! I'll call the landlady in another week or two and complain (again) about her clients' habit of raiding our woodpiles, but will refrain from specifically incriminating this particular bunch.
So, am I too reasonable?
Couple weeks ago, I had a 2-cord load of black locust rounds dumped in our yard, in full view of the Randoms' front door. Been gradually splitting and moving it into stacks, and I was about 75% done with the job when the latest Randoms showed up last Thursday... on Friday night, I noticed that they had a bonfire going in the riverside fire pit, and that the resulting smoke smelled remarkably like... Black Locust.
This latest party was typical: a group of dudes from a neighboring state, in town for a wedding, and in full bachelor-party mode. When they left the house on Saturday, I strolled over to the pit and found incriminating evidence: black locust splits, still smouldering. It seemed highly unlikely that these party-dudes had brought BL with them or had purchased it locally, so this was almost certainly our wood fueling the festivities.
I told my wife about the situation -- which is not the first similar incident, since I have a couple of seasoning stacks in full view of the Randoms. We decided not to call their landlady and complain since it would be more satisfying to actually catch them in the act for once!
So-- on Saturday night we attended a concert, returning home about dusk. The Randoms were nowhere to be seen, with no cars parked outside. An hour or so later they arrived, and I observed action in their yard, with signs of a fire being kindled. Shortly thereafter, it seemed like an appropriate moment to survey our grounds, so I slipped quietly out the door and approached the firewood staging area. Sure enough, out of the darkness there appeared a dude laden with a freshly filched armload of our wood!
When he saw me, his immediate response was to say "Oh hey, can we buy some firewood?" I'm not a trigger-happy type and prefer to keep such encounters as non-confrontational as possible, so I replied, "You want to buy some firewood, huh?" He immediately started apologizing and spouting excuses --"We're here for a wedding and have been pretty drunk" -- and offered "twenty or forty dollars" for a night's worth of wood. I then pointed out that the wood he was stealing was green and not truly fit for burning, and that if he wanted some *proper* wood we could come to an arrangement, suggesting that he return with payment in a minute or two. When he did so, I led him to a seasoned pile and loaded a recycling bin with some prime splits, and we carried those over to the pit area and dumped them.
He said "I really appreciate this, how much do I owe you?" He then added that it would be nice if I didn't bring this incident to the attention of the landlady... I said that since he'd offered "20 or 40 dollars" for a load we could split the difference and call it $30.00. He handed me $40.00 and repeated that it would be really nice if the landlady didn't hear about this, and I said "Dude, you don't have to bribe me but can give me as much money as you want; I just want to keep this aboveboard. " He then gave me another twenty bucks and asked for assurance that we were *cool* on the deal and wouldn't involve the landlady.
I said that it was OK and my only request was that the next time he was in a similar situation it would be wise to ask first before raiding a woodpile, since there are plenty of guys around who might be considerably more aggressive in protecting their stashes than I was. He agreed, and that ended the encounter.
I related all of this to my wife this morning, and we both gloated and laughed over the satisfaction of finally catching one of these pilferers red-handed. I'm not in the wood-selling business, but sixty bucks for a recycling bin of prime wood (plus a relatively negligible amount of green stolen the night before) works for me. If I'd pressed harder he would have given me more money; he still had another twenty in hand when we settled.
All in all, made for an interesting weekend in this burner's life! I'll call the landlady in another week or two and complain (again) about her clients' habit of raiding our woodpiles, but will refrain from specifically incriminating this particular bunch.
So, am I too reasonable?
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