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I'm giving everyone a WARNING before hand. This thread isn't for venting your spleen, philosophy, or righteous indignation.
Cecil was pursued for many hours before being taken down by a gun. Hmm. I'm going to have to compliment the US Fish and Game for getting something right here.
Coming back into camp on foot I thought I saw a deer running odd. Three legged. I went in it's general direction and found a blood trail. So I get back into camp and ask the hunters if anyone had shot at a deer. One hunter said he had missed a shot and mentioned about the right area. I went and saddled his horse then came back to the cabin and told him he hadn't missed and to get his ass out there and finish the job. He refused. It was sun down, the animal had an hour head start and so on. After I fired a shot into the dirt at his feet he changed his mind. Still holding my gun unholstered I escorted him to his horse and told him find the animal. He was pissed off max and took off down the mountain.
Bright and early the next day the helicopter came in with a F&G cop and a sheriff. Had I assaulted someone with a gun? I ran the entire scenario down to them as I was saddling up to go find the deer. They turned and got back in the chopper. I searched for about an hour before finding the wounded doe. She had a faun with her so hadn't been able to go far. I had to put both down.
Back down on the desert 2 days later and on into town. My buddy, a sour taciturn old grouch and retired CHP came up to me grinning like the Cheshire cat. F&G met the hunter at the Sheriff office and handed him a $5,000 ticket. Then the SO arrested him and locked him up for cruelty to animals.
There's a pretty thin line between responsible sportsman and a flaming ***hole.
Cecil was pursued for many hours before being taken down by a gun. Hmm. I'm going to have to compliment the US Fish and Game for getting something right here.
Coming back into camp on foot I thought I saw a deer running odd. Three legged. I went in it's general direction and found a blood trail. So I get back into camp and ask the hunters if anyone had shot at a deer. One hunter said he had missed a shot and mentioned about the right area. I went and saddled his horse then came back to the cabin and told him he hadn't missed and to get his ass out there and finish the job. He refused. It was sun down, the animal had an hour head start and so on. After I fired a shot into the dirt at his feet he changed his mind. Still holding my gun unholstered I escorted him to his horse and told him find the animal. He was pissed off max and took off down the mountain.
Bright and early the next day the helicopter came in with a F&G cop and a sheriff. Had I assaulted someone with a gun? I ran the entire scenario down to them as I was saddling up to go find the deer. They turned and got back in the chopper. I searched for about an hour before finding the wounded doe. She had a faun with her so hadn't been able to go far. I had to put both down.
Back down on the desert 2 days later and on into town. My buddy, a sour taciturn old grouch and retired CHP came up to me grinning like the Cheshire cat. F&G met the hunter at the Sheriff office and handed him a $5,000 ticket. Then the SO arrested him and locked him up for cruelty to animals.
There's a pretty thin line between responsible sportsman and a flaming ***hole.
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