When I was 8 the state was paving alot of roads that was gravel. At the end of the day they would dump remainder oil on our land cause Grandaddy told them they could. After about a couple of days, I went out and told them they could no longer dump there cause it would end up getting in our water. They looked at me funny cause a kid had just busted their chops. They stopped. We had wells.
Later that year, I would ride my stingray bike about 5 or 6 miles from the house with my 20 gauge full choke Winchester across the handle bars. Get a squirrel or 2. Some neighbors down the road bought the woods and started cutting trees out to sell the wood. I called them one day on our party line telephone and told them if they cut all the trees I would have no place to hunt squirrels. They stopped. Got some bottom land in Hickman. Ballard and Carlisle Counties and increased their production. Mrs. Enlow still laughs about that phone call. True stories. And it certainly created an awareness of creation and our responsibilities toward it. I have a Chemistry degree but have more hours in Biology. FCC.