Re: Posted signs litter my trees
- From: "Sheldon" <PENMART01@xxxxxxx>
- Date: 12 Dec 2005 08:53:44 -0800
Barold wrote:
> I'm not sure if this is a legal question or not. My wife and I own 18
> acres that are bordered on one side by a 100 acre farm field. This
> weekend, the farmer put up Posted signs along his border (probably for
> the start of hunting season in Upstate NY). For the section of his
> property that borders mine, he nailed the Posted signs on my trees...
> about 10 of them.
>
> I understand that he does not want hunters on his land (I do not hunt
> nor do I allow hunters on my land) - but the signs are on MY trees and
> now I have to look at these bright ugly yellow signs. I'm thinking
> about tearing them down.
>
> Any thoughts?
Have you thought to introduce yourself to the neighbor and address your
concern? Perhaps the farmer doesn't know that you are a new owner and
may have had an agreement with the previous owner regarding Posting.
Often owners of rural land are grateful to share the chore of posting
with their neighbors, each in turn placing signs facing the others
property, and maintaining those signs, as fast growing vines tend to
obscure them. Also boundries of large acreage are not so clearly
defined, often no surveys exist, whereas the unwritten rule says
fifteen feet each side (enough to manuver a team with plow) is shared
land. Believe it or not placing Posted signs is hard work,
especially where boundries are many hundreds of feet long, requiring a
sign every fifty feet or so. It's not simple to find a tree close to a
property line that would still be visible to those approaching. When
doing the chore of posting one must carry a sturdy ladder of some 12
feet, a hammer, a bag of nails, and of course the signs, and also a
pair of loppers for clearing around a tree to make it accessible, more
than one man can reasonably carry. And there is rarely a nice level
place near a tree trunk to place a ladder and so the chore actually
requires two people, one to hold the ladder, to also pass the sign and
hammer. Trees also do not readily lend themselves to posting, they
rarely present a flat surface at a point one can reach, and if anyone
has ever tried to pound a nail into typical hardwoods while reaching
above their head they would know the difficulty involved. And it's
really not possible to drive a post near the edge of forests and about
stone walls. Anyway, I share the chore of Posting with my neighbors.
There are hundreds of signs on the perimeter of our properties (and
during hunting season I drive fence posts with signs into my front lawn
as well, I remove those right after hunting season. The rest of the
signs are not visible from my house as the closest are some 1000 ft
away, it's really not possible to see a Posted sign at that distance
with the naked eye... and when the trees leaf out in spring the signs
are totally obscured. I would strongly suggest introducing oneself to
their neighbor in a friendly manor, the issue of Posted signs is not
worth a feud... perhaps your neighbor knows things about the
terrain you need to learn. More importantly you need to search your
soul for the real reason you find those signs unsettling, or is just
that your neighbor put them there... no burdon is more cumbersome to
bear than a big ego.
MENDING WALL
Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
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