‘If I can’t protect my own land, what can I protect?’: Teens turn farmer’s land into their personal party lot, ignoring Private Property signs and warnings, so he cleverly traps their cars in fresh mud, leaving them stranded and their parents mad

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  • AITJ for trapping teens car on my land after they parked illegally and started singing loudly when I was trying to sleep

    "I didn't touch their cars, I just plowed my field. My field that they shouldn't have been on in the first place"
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  • Hey folks, first time poster, long- time lurker. I'm a 54 yearold farmer, and this story has been eating at me for a few days now. I honestly don't know if I went too far, but here goes.
  • I own a decent sized piece of farmland in a rural area, and for the past few weeks, a group of teenagers from town has decided
  • that my land is their personal parking lot. It started with one or two cars on weekends, then more showed up. At first, I figured they
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  • were just parking for a bit and didn't think much of it. But then they started coming more often louder, rowdier, and more disrespectful every time.
  • They'd park along the edge of one of my fields land that I very clearly own and maintain. They'd blast music, scream laugh late
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  • into the night, and even throw rocks at my goats and chickens like it was a carnival game. One of them actually climbed on top of
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  • my old tractor for "selfies." I tried being polite at first I walked out and asked them to leave. That only got me some sarcastic "Yes,
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  • sir" and exaggerated salutes, followed by laughter as they peeled out, leaving tire tracks in the dirt.
  • I put up a sign "PRIVATE PROPERTY - NO PARKING" in big bold red letters. They knocked it over and spray painted a smiley face on it.
  • The final straw came last week when they were out there again, this time in four separate cars, blaring some bass-heavy garbage at 11 PM. I had an early morning
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  • of work ahead and couldn't sleep. I yelled from my porch to get off my land. One of them shouted back, "It's free country, boomer!"
  • Well. If it's a free country, I guess I'm free to plow my own field.
  • The next morning was plow day. It had rained a bit the night before, so the ground was soft perfect for my tractor and awful for car tires. I went out with my
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  • plow and did my usual work but I made sure to do a very thorough job plowing around their parked cars. I didn't touch their vehicles,
  • but I plowed the soil nice and deep around them in every direction. With the rain and the churned dirt, it turned into thick, sticky mud.
  • When they came back later that afternoon, they were furious. One of the trucks got stuck trying to drive out. Another car's wheels spun until they gave up and called a tow. I just sat on my porch, sipping coffee and watching like it was a Netflix special.
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  • Later, one of their parents came by to chew me out for "trapping their kids." I calmly pointed out that they were on private property without permission, had ignored my signs, and disrespected me multiple times. They called me petty. I said, "If I can't protect my own land, what can I protect?"
  • Now some people in town are calling me "Farmer J " and saying I escalated things unnecessarily. I didn't touch their cars, I just plowed my field. My field that they shouldn't have been on in the first place.

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