Rob, no worries.
Stewart, appreciate your latest comment to me.
Gary, thanks.
Everyone, my original post was only intended as a warning.
No one knows what's occurred before this event, and no one was there during this event but me so no one has a clue as to what triggered my reaction other then the words I wrote. My original post was only intended as a warning.
When I first purchased this place no one ever came down my driveway except those that belonged (utilities, delivery, friends, tax accessors, etc) and of course the asphalt gypsies. But a year or so ago something changed. More and more vehicles who didn't belong started coming down my driveway, most all the way to the cabin then turning around and leaving. And these were only the ones I saw. I assume there are lots more when I not here. 99% of the time I just let them do their thing. They are not using my driveway as a turn around because right across the highway there is a big abandoned parking lot in front of an old closed down restaurant that provides a far easier turnaround. Some were obvious drug addicts, but others not. Now with fuel and two airplanes at my place, and with the popular theft of Avgas by snowmobilers, I decided I needed to stop folks from coming in.
Being of the personality that always sees the good in folks even when it isn't there I couldn't bring myself to post an actual no-trespass sign so instead I posted two black/white Private Residence signs, one on each side of the driveway, assuming they would be respected. But no, made no difference. Begun the process of figuring out a gate but this is Alaska and if you don't set things up before the beginning of summer you don't get it till next year- the construction season is just too short.
So I did the next best thing, put a red road cone in the middle of the driveway far enough to allow someone to pull in off the highway safely so they could then turn around. Worked great. Stopped them all, none ever came past the cone on foot or by vehicle, and no one ever moved my cone. Until this happened.
I walked out to talk to this guy and when I did all my internal bells and whistles went off. And I can count the number of times that's happened in my 62 years on one hand.
Afterwards I had to console someone I love who was robbed at gun point, beaten, and shot at- and suffers from PTSD when reminded of that event- which this did.
So if you think that I over reacted put a sock in it, you have no idea what you are talking about, and quite frankly I'm surprised you'd even go there not knowing anything about what transpired.
Thanks to the others who expressed sympathy or things to do to help with incidents in the future.