When you move into a new neighborhood, it is good to do what you can to say hello to your new neighbors and get to know them a little bit.

What would you do if someone moved in next door to your ranch, and the first introduction you had from them is that they were suing you because your fence was slightly over the property line?

That is what happened to the rancher in this story, so he moved his fence and then installed a pig pen right next to the fence so they had to smell it all summer long.

Check out the stinky details.

Never mess with a rancher and a neighbor. My father had the ultimate revenge when I was a kid…

I grew up on a horse ranch in Colorado.

We had a long piece of property, about 80 acres, and we raised Missouri fox trotters.

We had lived there for almost 20 years when some folks bought a strip of property way at the back of our land.

It was a strange plot of land as it was very narrow, and was sandwiched between our back fence, and a busy county road.

We were surprised anyone would buy it actually, as it forced the house to be pretty close to said road.

Wow, not very nice people.

Well we never meet these new neighbors until once day my dad gets a notice from a lawyer telling us that after having surveyed the property lines, our back fence encroaches on their property between 3 and 6 inches depending on the spot along the fence line.

These folks had never met us, never introduced themselves, our first introduction was this legal demand.

My father was a salt of the earth kind of man, very kind, but also very strong-willed.

He called these folks, arranged a meetup, and tried to talk some sense into them.

First did 3 to 6 inches really matter that much, and why had they not come to us to talk it through?

He even offered a number of different compromises.

These folks were hostile from the get-go.

They demanded he move the fence immediately, or they would sue.

It is reasonable for them to ask, but to go directly to suing?

Apparently the law stated they had to put their house so far away from our fence line, and they wanted to push it as far back from the road as they could when they built it, so they wanted that 6 inches very badly.

I still remember when my dad got home from the meeting.

He hung his hat up and shook his head when he told my mom in his slow way.

“Well looks like we got the kinda folks for neighbors you don’t ever want to have for neighbors.”

They sued, and won, and we were forced to move the fence in 2 weeks.

I say we because I was the free slave labor as all farm kids are in this kind of thing.

All that fencing material, and the time, were a big cost for my family.

But we got the work done in early spring.

Here is where the fun comes in…

So, the new neighbors broke ground and built all through the end of winter and into spring.

The very next weekend after they had moved into their house, Dad rousted me out of bed and we took the big truck into town to the lumber yard.

I was extremely puzzled as we loaded up a bunch of fencing material, and building supplies.

We didn’t have any big projects going that I knew about, and I kept asking him what it was for, but he just told me to wait and see with a devilish smile on his face.

We build a pen and a small enclosure very near our back property line, directly behind the neighbor’s new shiny house.

Now this is great revenge.

The next day once of our farm friends delivered a half dozen pigs to their new home.

Dan insisted on feeding those hogs table scraps and all the things that would go in the composter, as well as some good balanced hog feed to keep them healthy.

Now you may not know this, but the smell of pig excrement is directly related to what they eat, and their pen.

Table scraps make them smell BAD.

I mean BAAAAAAD.

I had to drive the four-wheeler back there every day to take care of them, and within a month halfway there and my eyes would start watering it smelled so bad.

When we mucked out the pen with the bobcat we also made the pile right next to the pen.

I can’t even imagine how bad the smell was living in that house.

The neighbors, of course, freaked out, and again without ever even trying to talk to us, went the legal route.

They knew they were living in a farming area.

They lost, the area was zoned agricultural, and my dad had done his homework to make sure he was breaking no laws or regulations.

The pigs were far enough from us, and our other neighbors that it didn’t bother anyone but the people he wanted it too bother.

Come fall when winter moved in we sold the pigs to slaughter, and dad stacked up a bunch of building supplies next to the pen and let the neighbors know we would be expanding the profitable operation in the spring when they came out to scream at him.

He smiled the whole time, speaking in his slow steady way.

Dad should have given the potential new owners a warning.

The new neighbors sold their new house in January when the ground was frozen and the new owners would not smell the pen.

Though as soon as the old neighbors were gone we tore down the enclosure, spread the nasty stuff on the hayfield, and the new neighbors never had any bad smell come spring.

They also were great neighbors and are still life long friends.

Never mess with a rancher…

That is a great way to get revenge.

Let’s see what the people in the comments think about it.

I hope this happened as well.

Here is a similar story.

This person used to raise pigs.

I don’t get it either.

This made the story perfect.

Don’t mess with this rancher.

Those neighbors had some serious regrets.

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