In the upstate when the water was down we corned off of points on the lake. Then we'd cut a red cedar and stand it on the point. After the birds were using the corn we'd go in early before daylight and move the cedar to another similar looking point down the lake a ways then put out our spread. The birds keyed on the cedar and if the rabbit sheriff did show up there was no corn near where we were hunting.
The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.
"I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."
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