I was recently asked what was the most frightening moment I
had while hunting. I am sure the images
conjured up from the person consisted of encounters with mountain lion in the
Arizona high desert, or perhaps wrestling with an alligator as we tried to tie
the legs together and tape the mouth shut.
The black bear that scared away my chance at my first turkey this year
may have even been on his mind considering I was within a few yards of the
potential mauler with nothing more than a camouflaged pop up tent between us.
Although looking back at my answer I would have thought I
would have needed more time to come up with the appropriate response, it really
just rolled of my tongue. “I would have
to say the time I walked up another hunter who was on the land I was about to
hunt.”
A situation like this happens all the time to wildlife officers. They will receive a call that someone is
trespassing or poaching on someone’s land.
While the officer is not quite sure of how the situation will play out,
you know they run through their mind’s eye several scenerios for
preparation. While there is uncertainty
to the outcome, they know going in that the person they are there to see has a
weapon of some sorts.
The same thing played out with me. I wasn’t sure if the person was purposely on
the wrong property or how they would react.
I was fairly certain they would have a weapon, and likely a firearm.
It was not the only time something like this had
happened. My father and I were sighting
in his rifle before an out-of-state hunt one day when a dark Suburban drove
across the back side of our property. It
turned, coming down the path towards us.
Once it crested the hill approaching us, it braked, then backed up and
turned around. They knew they were on
property they were not supposed to be on.
I was also hunting game lands once in which I feared an
altercation may ensue. I was set up
early in the morning for turkey, decoys already out. I spotted a flashlight shining several
hundred yards away. I heard some talking
but could not make out what was being said.
The light made one more sweep and then was extinguished. No big deal, as it is pretty easy to have
several hunters trying to hunt the same patch of ground on game lands. The problem came to when I spotted the hunters
in the tree line near me and a barrel edging out past the one of the trees. I turned on my light, blinking it several
times.
The next thing I heard was a few words not appropriate to
put in a story as the person realized he had just stalked up on my decoys
rather than an early morning brood in the field. He then walked right through the middle of my
set up as he exited the field.
Just to show how the chase of the game can alter one’s
ethics and present a dangerous situation, I’ll share a quick story from a few
years ago. A gentleman had several
teenagers driving on his land after dark for a period of a couple of
weeks. About every other night, the man
reported gun shots. Finally, he
convinced the wildlife officers to come out and find the poachers.
The gentleman was reassured that his land would be patrolled
but had not seen the officers for a few days.
As he drove into his driveway, he paused, backed up, swept his high
beams across the land, then pulled back up to his house. He hurried into his house, turning off the
porch light as he entered. He then came
back out of the house, 30-06 in hand. He
rested it on the ledge of the porch and fired.
The deer didn’t fall immediately. He then shot again. This time it dropped where it stood.
He laid his rifle down and grabbed his four-wheeler driving
out to where he had killed the deer.
Just as he approached the fallen buck, headlights popped on a truck
concealed nearby. Two wildlife officers
stepped out and asked the landowner what he was doing. The deer he had just shot was an electronic
decoy the officers were using to try and catch the potential poachers.
“It was the largest deer I had ever seen on my land, and I
won’t about to let those teenagers come by here and kill me deer!” responded
the confused and excited gentleman.
By far, a human is the most frightening thing in the woods.
"By far, a human is the most frightening thing in the woods."
ReplyDeleteAin't that the truth.
I couldn't agree more, Bill. It is also startling to me how much disrespect we, as humans, show each other. Safety first!
ReplyDeleteI agree completely. I've had a tree stand stolen on public land and they even went through the effort of cutting down the tree it was in. I've also had other hunters come walking by my tree stand, see me sitting there and take a pee right in front of me and walk off. Got to love how other people think that public land is THEIR land and I'm hunting in THEIR spot. Have to be safe and respectable to all.
ReplyDeleteYou speak the truth. There are "bad hunts" when a labrador retriever bursts into the woods and scares off the turkeys, or when your gun jams while a goose is landing in your face.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there are the BAD hunts that make my heart sour. With decoys stolen from blinds, illegal tree stands installed on my lease, and duck blinds vandalized by jealous interlopers. With skybusters shooting at birds 100 yards up in the sky, and walk-in hunters setting up 40 feet upstream.
I get over the "bad hunts." Some of the BAD hunts make me want to give up the sport forever.