By "empty field" I mean just that...no houses, sheds, shacks, teepees, barns, dog houses, outhouses, sheep pens, hovels...nothing, zip, nada. Just the old truck.
Of course I had to stop and get some pictures to cart back to my blog, but just as I was happily snapping away, a loud angry voice started shouting at me.
My heart dropped into my rubber boots as I turned and saw a large bearded man in a black tee-shirt and jeans, accompanied by a big black dog heading my way.
All the colour seeped out of my world when he hollered,
"Whaddya think yer doin'?!"
"Well, I'm just getting some pictures of this old car, if you don't mind. I mean, if you don't want me to, I won't," I squeaked in reply.
His surly retort? "Well, I don't have my shotgun with me...
I guess you look okay.
But really...you shoulda asked!"
I hurriedly grabbed a few more shots
and then motored on out of there.
Before I left, the guy informed me that the vehicle
was a 1948 or '49 Willys Jeep.
I guess that meant he'd forgiven me.
Can't say I felt the same towards him.