My Neighbors Dug A Two-Acre Lake On My Land While I Was Out Of State—Then Told Me Their Contractor Said It Was Theirs, And That Was The Day I Learned How Expensive Arrogance Can Be

followed since before my family owned the place.

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When I reached the edge, I stood there and looked across the water.

It was not a pond. It was not a little decorative feature a person could call a misunderstanding. It was a lake. A full, deliberate, expensive lake dug with machines and confidence.

 

On my land.

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My name is Daniel Mercer, and my family has owned 480 acres of timber and pasture in northern Alabama since 1962. My grandfather, Walter Mercer, bought it from a