Waterline Road Fall Foliage
I must admit some amusement at hunting season. A little foreboding too. It is the time of year when strangers come up and shoot guns off in the forests and fields, sometimes killing our dogs, livestock and each year a farmers or other people who still need to be out doing their business working the land. Hunting season is a dangerous part of the year for us. We can’t stop farming and forestry, living on the land, just because the yahoos are out in the woods trying to get their moose, bear or deer.
Most hunters are not Yahoos but there are enough Yahoos to make plenty of trouble. Interestingly, most of the Yahoos I run across have driven out from the city. They figure the big woods are open country and they can leave their thin veneer of civilization behind while they get down and nasty. Last week I got a visit from three Yahoos. They were driving by in their big red (city clean) pickup truck looking into our fields for deer, with rifles ready. They had a huge amount of gear. It distinctly appeared that they were ready to shoot from the road, which is illegal, from their moving vehicle, which is illegal. Our land is heavily posted against hunting all along the road making it triply illegal. They were rude and nasty which was unnecessary. These sorts of hunters are not necessary and it would be good if they all vanished from the face of the Earth.
I do allow hunting on our land, to people who have asked and gotten our permission. Hunting is limited to a small group each year and they do not hunt in our fields or the woods where we’re working. Hunting is also limited to just deer, quail, crows and porcupines. I enjoy seeing the bear and moose and there are not enough of them to hunt – senseless to give up the enjoyment of the live animal just so someone can hang the trophy on their wall. Deer on the other hand there are plenty of. I also don’t allow the hunting of coyotes since they look too similar to our livestock guardian dogs.
The amusement I have about hunting is because I’m outdoors everyday and frequently see game either directly like the big buck Remus and I flushed on Sugar Mountain by our sap house while checking water lines and springs this week or simply their trails, beds, hair tufts, tree scrapings, manure and hoof marks. I read in the newspaper how hard it is to hunt for hunters, the enormous amount of time and money they spend on gear, lodging, travel, etc yet I’m seeing the game all the time.
This leads to the though that perhaps hunting is a Zen thing:
Outdoors: 59°F/56°F Cloudy, Some Rain
Tiny Cottage: 67°F/65°F
Daily Spark: He got 25 years to life for killing Time.