Blocking Access Roads Legal?

Based on the make and model, I'm guessing that this poor bastard was just broke down.:ROFLMAO:
Found On Road Dead strikes again!

It would be "karma" I guess to find the same thing happening to yourself what was done to them by them is all...
Fair enough. Or, more correctly, unfair enough. But I certainly understand that a**holes only tend to escalate when they've FAFO'd and paid the price.
 
How about finding a vehicle where it's not supposed to be? Someone had rode their 4 wheeler a few miles passed the road closed sign and I came across it when I was on my mule. They had parked and headed out on foot and saved themselves a few miles of hiking. I'm not sure how long it took them to figure out that the rough closed road had disconnected their spark plug lead. I should have cut it but my dad was with me and advised against it.

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You need to bring a valve stem wrench so you can let the air out of all their tires. Leave a $5 to pay for the air. Removing all the tires and putting them in the bed would be pretty funny. Bring a jack.
 
I would likely not do anything. If someones a big enough jerk to do that they are a big enough jerk to put up a camera, get my liscence plate and try to show up to my house or persue me legally.

I absolutely would take their valve stems out though and set them next to the tire on the ground. I feel thats within the bounds.
 
Unfortunately I've come across this a few times in different contexts.

The worst of the lot was in the N Cascades in Washington when I was in my early 20s.

A friend and I were going to hike in and spend a few days trying to climb a remote peak in the N Cascades. We wanted to get an early start from the trailhead so the plan was to drive to the trailhead, sleep in the back of the truck, and start hiking by headlamp after a few hours of sleep.

It was about 10pm when we were approaching the trailhead. To get to the small trailhead the road passes through a small camping area that is reservation only. Just before we got to the portion of the road that passes in front of the camp site, there was a rig sideways in the road blocking all travel. Confused, we walked up to the camp site and were confronted by an angry, extremely drunk group of dudes that read us the riot act about how people had been trying to pass through their camp site all night and that they had it reserved, etc. The trailhead was a few hundred yards beyond their camp site and several cars were already parked there.

We told them what our plan was and they refused to move the car and let us by to the parking area. We walked back to our truck and talked about plan B, which was to move back down the road out of eye and ear shot and sleep in the truck and then hike through once the drunk idiots were asleep. There were already a few other vehicles parked along the road that we had passed by on the way in. We didn't know it at the time, but they had also been chased off by the group of a-holes earlier in the night.

So we did that, moved a few hundred yards back down the road to a pullout and were trying to get settled into the truck to sleep for a bit when 4-5 dudes came walking down the road after us, put a flashlight in our faces and carried on screaming obscenities at us trying to run us out of the area. While trying to calmly explain our plan and that we had every right to be where we were at doing what we were doing, one of the d-bags tossed his rum and coke into my face while I was sitting on the tailgate of the truck, washing both of my contacts out and blinding me in the process.

I guess lucky for me they didn't start swinging because I was blind and a sitting duck.

It gets better.

After the drink toss, the larger group walked back to the camp site and some time later a vehicle left the camp site and drove off into the night. Not wanting to deal with this nonsense any longer, we drove out of the area and camped a few miles away, went in early by the camp full of sleeping, soon-to-be hungover campers, and had an awesome adventure in the mountains over the next 3 days. Albeit tainted by the very negative experience on the way in.

I don't exactly recall how it came together, but sometime in the week or two after this encounter, my friend and I connected with another group of climbers that had been accosted by this same group the same night. Turns out there were others as well. Apparently the rig that we saw leave their camp site drove out to call the NPS Rangers and reported that their group had been continually harassed by other people camping in the area. After we had left, a ranger showed up, well past midnight at this point, and wrote the others groups sleeping in their trucks that had bee chased away by the drunk camp tickets for creating a disturbance or some nonsense like that. WTF?!?

Fortunately I worked for a guide service that had permits to operate in N Cascades and I knew the Chief Ranger at the time well. I called her and laid out what actually happened and the tickets all got dropped.

This whole thing still bothers me to this day. I guess it was fortunate that this happened when I was fairly young. Had it happened more recently, things would have turned out very differently.
 
Unfortunately I've come across this a few times in different contexts.

The worst of the lot was in the N Cascades in Washington when I was in my early 20s.

A friend and I were going to hike in and spend a few days trying to climb a remote peak in the N Cascades. We wanted to get an early start from the trailhead so the plan was to drive to the trailhead, sleep in the back of the truck, and start hiking by headlamp after a few hours of sleep.

It was about 10pm when we were approaching the trailhead. To get to the small trailhead the road passes through a small camping area that is reservation only. Just before we got to the portion of the road that passes in front of the camp site, there was a rig sideways in the road blocking all travel. Confused, we walked up to the camp site and were confronted by an angry, extremely drunk group of dudes that read us the riot act about how people had been trying to pass through their camp site all night and that they had it reserved, etc. The trailhead was a few hundred yards beyond their camp site and several cars were already parked there.

We told them what our plan was and they refused to move the car and let us by to the parking area. We walked back to our truck and talked about plan B, which was to move back down the road out of eye and ear shot and sleep in the truck and then hike through once the drunk idiots were asleep. There were already a few other vehicles parked along the road that we had passed by on the way in. We didn't know it at the time, but they had also been chased off by the group of a-holes earlier in the night.

So we did that, moved a few hundred yards back down the road to a pullout and were trying to get settled into the truck to sleep for a bit when 4-5 dudes came walking down the road after us, put a flashlight in our faces and carried on screaming obscenities at us trying to run us out of the area. While trying to calmly explain our plan and that we had every right to be where we were at doing what we were doing, one of the d-bags tossed his rum and coke into my face while I was sitting on the tailgate of the truck, washing both of my contacts out and blinding me in the process.

I guess lucky for me they didn't start swinging because I was blind and a sitting duck.

It gets better.

After the drink toss, the larger group walked back to the camp site and some time later a vehicle left the camp site and drove off into the night. Not wanting to deal with this nonsense any longer, we drove out of the area and camped a few miles away, went in early by the camp full of sleeping, soon-to-be hungover campers, and had an awesome adventure in the mountains over the next 3 days. Albeit tainted by the very negative experience on the way in.

I don't exactly recall how it came together, but sometime in the week or two after this encounter, my friend and I connected with another group of climbers that had been accosted by this same group the same night. Turns out there were others as well. Apparently the rig that we saw leave their camp site drove out to call the NPS Rangers and reported that their group had been continually harassed by other people camping in the area. After we had left, a ranger showed up, well past midnight at this point, and wrote the others groups sleeping in their trucks that had bee chased away by the drunk camp tickets for creating a disturbance or some nonsense like that. WTF?!?

Fortunately I worked for a guide service that had permits to operate in N Cascades and I knew the Chief Ranger at the time well. I called her and laid out what actually happened and the tickets all got dropped.

This whole thing still bothers me to this day. I guess it was fortunate that this happened when I was fairly young. Had it happened more recently, things would have turned out very differently.
Those dudes would definitely not have driven out of there. Maybe not walked. I have no patience for that shit.
 
Valve stem removal tool is handy. It works for guys who don’t know how to park their boat trailers also. The same guy has gotten flat tires here blocking section lines a couple times. He also knows who did it.
 
Our local forest has two LEO's for approximately 3 million acres of land.
So does my area, Yet the LEO's spend their time within an hour of the shop and when I mention to them that there is a illegal dope grow on N/F run by cartel members and give them the coordinates nothing happens. Same for tweekers camping out in some hole on N/F spewing garbage and disassembling cars. I expect the people I (and you) pay wages to, to actually do the job for 8 hours a day, not wonder in at 8:00, coffee and bullshit buddy's until 9:30, drive up on the hill where they can get cell service to watch Youtube,cruise for a couple hours and then back to the shop by 3:00 to fill out the report for the day and jerk your buddy's some more.
 
Had something like that happened to us. We were going to drive up to Leon Lake in Colorado to Elk hunt. Some one put large rocks in the middle of the road about every 100 ft all the way up the road. Spent most of the day removing rocks to get to the lake. Bummer.
 
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