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ditch, water a few alfalfa fields, and then stay out of the fields until they were dry again. One day, we set up, turned on the pumps, and started squirting gunk into the full-running ditch that was watering a field a mile or so down stream. And out of the distance, down the lonely highway, there came a biker gang; they took a backroad off the highway and pulled up alongside the irrigation ditch some distance from us. One of the guys with me said Oh, no! They're gonna drink from the ditch! and he took off running and yelling -- but he said when he got there, the last of them had finished drinking, so he just asked how they were and if they were lost and if they needed directions, because there wasn't anything more he could do at that point, and there wasn't much point in pissing them off
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