Brad Bortner said:Some ?hunters? give other hunters a bad name. It never amazes me what some people think is acceptable. Today I noticed a pickup truck go by my house about 5 times in 10 minutes so when I heard it stop just down the road I decided to step out on the porch to see what was going on. I watch him get out of his truck and grab his bow and start walking out on to my property. He started to stalk a herd of elk that were in my hay field about 100 yards from my house. He hadn?t bothered to stop at the house despite driving by and turning around in my driveway. Landowner permission is required in my state to enter private property. I can?t comprehend what he was thinking. If he had successfully killed an elk he would have to either drag or carry the animal thru a 5 foot deep drainage ditch that is full of water or drive thru my front yard. I told him he was trespassing but just can?t believe someone would so blatantly trespass and be so clueless.
No plan, Brad, just the desire to "tak.e a shot" and maybe hit the animal. Stupidity is an acquired skill made more accepted by our social media dominated "interactive skills"
When I lived in the eastern UP I used to take a handful of days of vacation and trap my way around Neebish Island, sleeping along the shore in a backpacking tent. The money I made paid for my hunting for the fall. I ran traps in the morning and then skinned fur for the remainder of the day, packing hides skin out in a couple of coolers on ice. There was a clan of four brothers who lived in the area, three of them serial poachers, drug dealers and general pond scum. I always kept a loaded MOSSBERG .22 laying in the open on the front seat of the canoe when I ran into t"heir" sets (Most of their traps were stolen from other guy's lines.) along the mainland streams. We only had one direct confrontation and the conversation quickly got pretty "intense" right up to the point where they got close enough to be able to see the gun. I marked my sets on the bank opposite, with a corresponding U or D and the number of yards up or downstream where they were located. Randy, the oldest eventually became a very good taxidermist after he found Jesus. Rod and his younger brother eventually ended-up in prison at Kinross after repeated trips to jail for breaking and entering and poaching cases... every deer gun season he would be out cruising the roads at first light and again in the evening, glassing for a shot. The eastern UP is mostly flat hay fields until you get west a couple of dozen miles from the river; flat clay dominate soils that grow hay that is shipped as far as Kentucky to the thoroughbred farms. He shot a .223, a worthless deer round. i often wondered how many deer died versus the number he recovered.