I'm a hunter.That's what I am,What I do,And what I've grown up learning about.It's part of me....Hard to explain and people who don't hunt don't understand. I have to go,I have to be out in the woods. When I sleep in or it's too windy out it torments me to not be out there and I can't sleep well or do anything else the rest of the day but think about being in my stand and how I should have gone.....Anyways...Here's my story day. I slept in. I try not to but my stomach told me ,"Stay in, there's no way you can climb that tree with these cramps.Go tonight." So I rolled over and went to sleep again. The night before I had told Dad About my hunt and I couldn't fall back asleep.I'd seen something weird and it was bugging me. Deer don't fall down. They just don't. They're very sure footed and I'd seen one slide down the side of the bowl last night.It had struck me as Odd and Dad and I had talked about why that would happened all night. I found out my Answer at 10:00 when Dad woke me up. He looked like he wanted to cry or beat someone up.
"Come On...I need your help getting this doe.....Gawd Damnitt...."
"What? You never shot does....was it that big one?"
"It's a two legged 50 pound baby.Some a**.......Come on..."
So My Dad walked down to the corner where the three creeks met on our property and told me what had happend. He'd jumped some deer and there was one who wasn't getting up right. He got in his stand and she laid there looking around. When she got up she didn't look right. She didn't walk right. She couldn't walk. After a hour Dad got out and walked down the trail and she didn't move.She he took her out.She wasn't acting right.......Someone had shot her twice. Her front leg was grazed and busted up and nasty and her back leg was almost gone,Hanging on by her skin, as well as her other back leg ripped open from barbed wire or something. She could only walk on one leg. She'd been laying there since I saw her last night slide down the hill and disappear. She was smaller then my dog and I wanted to cry but didn't........
THAT was not hunting.Whatever that was was irresponsible and stupid. It wasn't a deer to shot. It wasn't a good shot to take. It was shot just to be shot. That was not hunting. THAT was the type of ignorant horrible thing that makes me HATE people. The thing that makes me really pissed off is the fact that I can't do anything about it. I know,I KNOW who did it. There is no law or regulation against it. There is nothing I can do to chew this guys face off for doing something so utterly horrible.I'm at a lose for words on this one guys...I really am.......
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This is a notebook of all my thoughts throughout whenever.I'm an idiot.Now that we've well established that you have can have no whining whatsoever about my Journal or Retardation.
"Even though the sound of it
is something quite atroscious
If you say it loud enough,
you'll always sound precocious"
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is something quite atroscious
If you say it loud enough,
you'll always sound precocious"
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