Last year my girlfriend and I were 20 miles south of Athens, GA on our 2400 acre deer hunting property bush hogging and setting up stands/ shooting houses. I had already been there for two days replacing parts on my grand pappy's tractor (coil and tune up) and building tree stands. My girlfriend had came down that morning to help me finish a few things. Quitting time was quickly approaching so I asked my girl if she would drive my jeep back to the lodge and I would tend to the tractor. After a quick lesson on how to drive it, I let her loose. Thankfully she did quite well. She did so well that after I put all of our tools away, I told her to drive us out to the store where she had left her car. I tried to take a nap but after only 15 or 20 minutes of driving the wrong way my power nap was interrupted by the worst scream imaginable.
About 50 yards ahead of us were 50 or 60 manikins hanging from the pines by their necks. After I was locked and loaded.... I calmed her down. After watching for movement for a few minutes we decided there was no reason to be alarmed. We got out of the jeep for further investigation.
I will not go into all the details about the manikins but it was definitely a racially charged spectacle.
It was definitely an old triple-K hangout.
Me and My girl decided not to tell any of our friends. We decided we would keep it a secret until we had the opportunity to scare some fools.
The next week I brought two of my good buddies down to sew some food plots. All day I was looking forward to seeing their horrified faces. Finally the time came and I took them to the same spot. It took them a few seconds to realize why I had stopped and then they freaked. One of my buddies climbed out the back and took off running. It was EPIC.
I told them both my girlfriend handled it better than they did.
The next morning we went out to finish our work. The task for the day was to get some water up to the recently planted field. We used an old water pump to move water from a creek. I was digging a small ditch on the creek bank and noticed a very old 3" metal pipe on the opposite side of the creek. We followed it for a mile or so to a very small house (10x10).
To make a really long story a little bit shorter, we saw the man that lived there. He was so old he could barely move. We talked to him. He told us he was 94 years old and his family had been living there for 120 years.
We asked him about all of the manikins in the trees. He said his brothers helped him make hate films and racial propaganda back in the 1940's during WWII.
He was in tears. He explained that he had found Jesus. He was very remorseful. He led his whole family to Christ and they moved away to the Everglades. He stayed there, punishing himself by secluding himself from society.
Three months ago the paper company burned the trees and old manikins. They could not use the trees because they had a ridiculous amount of bullets in them.