it beside the cabin. I placed it exactly where anyone coming from the subdivision would have to see it before entering my land. Chest high. Facing them. Clean and clear.
Then I photographed it.
If they respected the law, that sign would end the matter.
If they did not, it would begin the record.
The next morning, my trail camera sent the first alert before the coffee had finished brewing.
I sat down, took one sip, then opened the clip.
An SUV rolled into the trees. Headlights swept across the
“I Found an HOA Cabin Built Deep on My Private Land—So I Set One Sign, Turned On the Cameras, and Let Karen Walk Herself Straight Into Court
