{"id":7807,"date":"2024-07-11T10:34:00","date_gmt":"2024-07-11T17:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jasonsblog.ddns.net\/?p=7807"},"modified":"2024-07-11T10:34:27","modified_gmt":"2024-07-11T17:34:27","slug":"rich-obnoxious-california-transplants-messed-with-the-wrong-rancher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jasonsblog.ddns.net\/index.php\/2024\/07\/11\/rich-obnoxious-california-transplants-messed-with-the-wrong-rancher\/","title":{"rendered":"Rich, Obnoxious California Transplants Messed With the Wrong Rancher"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

A couple stories to make you smile. Consequently, it reminds me of the drunk male Karen that broke the teenager’s fishing pole<\/a> because they were trying to fish in a private lake, supposedly with permission. They might have egged him on a bit, and it appears the guy once doxxed is lying about it not being him. And someone on YouTube sent a gift card to the kids to replace the rod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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By Jim Thompson<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Neighbor disputes are the worst. It\u2019s not like when you sue someone over a contract and the next time you see them is at a deposition, mediation, or trial. You have to live next to them. Most neighbor disputes don\u2019t end up as lawsuits, but it happens.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I started my career at a small law firm but I left because the partners had the ethics of the Sopranos. Fortunately, I landed a fun case right away, one that was destined for trial: A neighbor dispute, with a twist.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My client had purchased a vacant lot for a song. The lot was on a lake. The previous owner, the seller, didn\u2019t want the lot because the adjacent neighbors told him he could have the lot, but he couldn\u2019t develop it, because they had \u201cgardening easements\u201d. The seller wasn\u2019t into lawsuits and just wanted to get rid of the headache. My guy bought it.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The neighbors had planted vegetables on my guy’s land with the obvious intent to keep the property open for their view of the lake. I told my client the neighbors were full of it and that we would win at trial. We tried to \u201cnegotiate\u201d but knew it was headed to trial. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

During discovery, I deposed one of the nasty owners. Slicked-back hair and designer clothes. He was a money manager with a trophy wife and he resembled a Bond villain. He told me that he had to leave by \u201cX\u201d time because he had a tee time. I told him I didn\u2019t care if he had a tee time with the Pope, he wasn\u2019t leaving until I was finished. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He then told he was golfing with Sean Connery – he was leaving if I liked it or not. He indeed got up at “X” time and he left. No matter – I knew that him doing so would help me more than whatever he had to say. Jerks tend to overplay their hands. I let Bond villain bury himself at trial. I won. They appealed. They lost. The lot was purchased for $180,000. I looked up the property value (with the house), and as of today, it’s worth $5.3 million.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neighbor disputes suck, but when the good guys win it’s pretty sweet. A few days ago, I read a story<\/a> about a neighbor dispute in Colorado that turned out to have a happy ending<\/a>. A very happy ending.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a narrow strip of land that California transplants had bought. It was a vacant lot where they planned to build a home. A few months after it closed, the next-door neighbor, a rancher, got a notice. The transplants informed him that they would sue him if he didn\u2019t move his fence. The fence encroached on the new owners\u2019 property by 3 to 6 inches. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rancher tried to reason with the new owners to no avail. He gave the new owners three extremely reasonable options. All were rejected. So the rancher told his neighbors \u2013 \u201csue me.” They won, but the rancher knew that would be the result. He just wanted them to spend more money. After the judgment and order to move the fence, the rancher moved the fence. Shortly thereafter, he constructed a hog pen up against the fence near the new neighbors\u2019 new home. He verified with the county that the pen was legal. The property was zoned \u201cAg.” He fed his new oinkers table scraps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t know, but apparently feeding hogs people food makes their poop smell like death. The smell didn\u2019t affect the rancher\u2019s family. His home was hundreds of yards away, but the piggies were right up against the new owners\u2019 property line.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Winter rolled around and the smell was reduced. The jerk neighbors couldn’t take the smell. They put up a \u201cfor sale\u201d sign. When the property was sold, the rancher deconstructed the pen, cleaned up the area, and sold the hogs. His “beef” wasn\u2019t with the people who would move in next.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Being a jerk rarely works and I imagine it works even less against farmers and ranchers, particularly when the jerks have more money than brains.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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