My farmer neighbor Howard Stindle told me about the time he confronted a hippie and his dog walking across his pasture. The young man stooped to drink from a minor stream, and his dog drank as well. But the guy tried bringing the water to his mouth with one hand.
“Hey, you don’t want to be drinking that water. It’s run-off from the barnyard,” Howard warned.
The young man stood up, a puzzled look on his face.
“Hey you old pig farmer. Get the crap out of your mouth and talk louder. I can’t hear you.”
Howard thought for a few seconds, surprised at the nerve of this trespassing free spirit.
Howard yelled back as loud as he could, hoping the arrogant fellow could hear him and take his advice:
“If you want to get more water, cup both of your hands together.”