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I just wanted to share an episode of last years "suburban deer hunting" with you guys.
The following is from the original post on a different forum Nov, 06 2011.
This evening I got a call from the meat packers that my deer was ready. So, instead of wasting a trip out there I decided to take another deer with me.
I go out and sit by the garden about 6PM and within 30 min the crew show up. The crew tonight being 3 doe, 4 yearlings and a dink. The dink is the target so I let him let to about 40 yards and put one in him, he bolts. SO do I and anther 85 TSX puts him down in about another 10 yard tumble-a-thon.
Instantly, and I mean the brass hasnt hit the ground, DAVID comes running through the adjacent pasture and screaming at the top of his lungs "DID YOU SHOOT THAT DEER? DID YOU SHOOT THAT DEER?". To which i replied "NOPE he was hit by lightning, did u happen to see where it knocked him?"
Its obvious my wit is lost on David. Partly to blame is the alcohol running through his 6'3" frame. Then right on cue comes The Dr. You know these guys. The Docs who go to the store in scrubs, Crocks,and a 79 color blazing dew-rag. Yeah, Thats him. More on he and the petite Mrs. Dr in a moment.
The Dr. is HOT! And acting very aggressive. Picture Randy Savage pre-match. Really! He's taking off his jacket and waving his arms like a bird and screaming (louder than david) YOU DONT SHOOT DEER! YOU DONT SHOOT DEER YOU DONT SHOOT DEER".
I attempt to tell these guys that I Do. Really, I DO "shoot deer". Look.. over there. Deer! dead! I shot him.
And, uh. you fellas are trespassing #1, PDC (public disorderly conduct) #2 and at least for David, possibly a public drunk charge.
"Now I still have half an hour, please leave"
No, thats not what I said.
What I said was very civil and calm. And reserved.
"Guys, I am well within every right as a landowner to hunt these deer. I am breaking No DNR regs. I am in the County and I havent broken any laws. David's response is "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE LAWS". which is funny, in a way, because The Dr. is calling 911.
WHEEE!So they start backtracking to the road while I jog over to my next door neighborrs and collect the dink from his back yard. WHICH I MIGHT ADD... I have gained prior verbal permission to do, in the presence of witnesses. As a side note, my 87 year old next door neighbor, Mac, responded to my request by saying "I hope you kill them all".
So I get the dink half way to the house and here comes The Dr., David, Mrs.Dr. (AKA The RACOON LADY) and some kid (a girl about 10 who is crying).
Oh, The Racoon Lady. The Dr.s wife is a 250 pound native Parisian, who intentionally uses a heavy accent to let you know she's French. She is known over the whole neighborhood as The Racoon lady becasue she has a troop of Bandits who she feeds every day. Not corn or birdseed once a week. a dozen fresh organic eggs, a load of bread (sometimes bagels- they must be Jewish) and a 5 pound bag or either apples or oranges a week.
Whichever the ***** requested, I guess.
Smart thing for me to do is drop the dink and return to the homestead. I am out numbered. I have no friendly witnesses and my fuse, while very very long has started burning a bit whiter. Not good.
See, Im a former Marine, A former, cop. I served my country and my town. I break no laws. I pay my taxs. I dont drink. I dont do drugs and I havent even had a speeding ticket is more than a decade.
Im a decent fellow.
But I'm starting to get this tingling feeling in the back of my neck which in my earlier life usually ended one of two ways. And both are ugly.
So I go home. Put on some civies and wait for the Po-Po to arrive. Which they do.
And listen as they tell the crowd. "No, he's not breaking the law. No, he has a valid hunting licence and he's within his rights to kill any deer that wanders onto his land. They are not, "your deer".
Great. while the group is getting versed in the seperation of thier wishes and my rights, I grab the dink and load him up.
When 5-0 is dont he shakes my hand, I thank him and tell him goodnight.
I take the dink, pick up my meat and head back home. Unload the coolers and while I am washing blood out of the truck-bed I see... Lights and people in the field next door. So i snoop and poop to the treeline and as best I can tell they are looking for blood. To which I yell "No need to track that one. The Barnes made it easy".
NO. I DIDNT. I wanted to, but I'm not that quick and pretty sure the dont have a clue what a "TSX" is. I think what i actually said was something to the effect of "I have had about enough of your tree hugging hippy Bullshit. I'm calling the cops this time and if you come accross this property line an ambulance as well."
2 Cops this time. Who both tell them the same thing and end it with "...and if YOU and YOU keep this up, I will arrest you." I smile Big and get back to the chores.
Then...
A vehicle comes down my dead end street turns around and stops adjacent to the field. Lights off, engine running. These Idiots dont get it. So I call the number the cop gave me and he starts heading back. I do the dirty walk (no street lights out here bubba) and am close enough to read the tag on the truck is State GOV. Ah-Ha, DNR.
The deputy pulls up (no one has seen me yet) and the DNR agent asks "Who called you" to which I now pipe up "I DID" and at least 3 people physically gasp and jump at my almost ninja like appearance on the scene. The deputy says, Go back over to your place and I'll come by when I'm done with these people". And I kinda like the way he says "These people" Like someone talking about the type of person who leaves diapers in grocery parking lots.
"THESE People".
So, The DNR agent comes by and I'm ready to go to jail. I dont know what for, but, I took off the wedding band and belt then gave my wife my folding money and wallet and opened the phone book to Bonding Agents.
The DNR fellow starts off with " Partner, I am really Sorry about this. I know this has taken up your whole night." WHEW!
He procededs to tell me how he basicly thinks I'm doing a public service by killing these deer so close to town and that as long as I'm safe he doesnt have a problem.
Now. Home. The wife is tore up. The kids are confused. The dog hasnt seen this much action since the lawn tractor dug into a hornets nest. And I'm up at 4 fking oclock in the AM because I'm worried some hippy is going to key my car, or TP my house or put "BAMBI KILLER" signs in my yard.
And by the way. The dink was for stew. Friday night I killed a 200+# 8 point with a 17" inside and 8" browtines. Behind the house.
Since this episode I took another big buck in December and I have game camera pictures of 9 does (which have now dropped a total of 5 new fawns) and 8 seperate bucks. One sporting a huge 10 point rack in febuary. I havent seen his new headgear.
The following is from the original post on a different forum Nov, 06 2011.
This evening I got a call from the meat packers that my deer was ready. So, instead of wasting a trip out there I decided to take another deer with me.
I go out and sit by the garden about 6PM and within 30 min the crew show up. The crew tonight being 3 doe, 4 yearlings and a dink. The dink is the target so I let him let to about 40 yards and put one in him, he bolts. SO do I and anther 85 TSX puts him down in about another 10 yard tumble-a-thon.
Instantly, and I mean the brass hasnt hit the ground, DAVID comes running through the adjacent pasture and screaming at the top of his lungs "DID YOU SHOOT THAT DEER? DID YOU SHOOT THAT DEER?". To which i replied "NOPE he was hit by lightning, did u happen to see where it knocked him?"
Its obvious my wit is lost on David. Partly to blame is the alcohol running through his 6'3" frame. Then right on cue comes The Dr. You know these guys. The Docs who go to the store in scrubs, Crocks,and a 79 color blazing dew-rag. Yeah, Thats him. More on he and the petite Mrs. Dr in a moment.
The Dr. is HOT! And acting very aggressive. Picture Randy Savage pre-match. Really! He's taking off his jacket and waving his arms like a bird and screaming (louder than david) YOU DONT SHOOT DEER! YOU DONT SHOOT DEER YOU DONT SHOOT DEER".
I attempt to tell these guys that I Do. Really, I DO "shoot deer". Look.. over there. Deer! dead! I shot him.
And, uh. you fellas are trespassing #1, PDC (public disorderly conduct) #2 and at least for David, possibly a public drunk charge.
"Now I still have half an hour, please leave"
No, thats not what I said.
What I said was very civil and calm. And reserved.
"Guys, I am well within every right as a landowner to hunt these deer. I am breaking No DNR regs. I am in the County and I havent broken any laws. David's response is "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE LAWS". which is funny, in a way, because The Dr. is calling 911.
WHEEE!So they start backtracking to the road while I jog over to my next door neighborrs and collect the dink from his back yard. WHICH I MIGHT ADD... I have gained prior verbal permission to do, in the presence of witnesses. As a side note, my 87 year old next door neighbor, Mac, responded to my request by saying "I hope you kill them all".
So I get the dink half way to the house and here comes The Dr., David, Mrs.Dr. (AKA The RACOON LADY) and some kid (a girl about 10 who is crying).
Oh, The Racoon Lady. The Dr.s wife is a 250 pound native Parisian, who intentionally uses a heavy accent to let you know she's French. She is known over the whole neighborhood as The Racoon lady becasue she has a troop of Bandits who she feeds every day. Not corn or birdseed once a week. a dozen fresh organic eggs, a load of bread (sometimes bagels- they must be Jewish) and a 5 pound bag or either apples or oranges a week.
Whichever the ***** requested, I guess.
Smart thing for me to do is drop the dink and return to the homestead. I am out numbered. I have no friendly witnesses and my fuse, while very very long has started burning a bit whiter. Not good.
See, Im a former Marine, A former, cop. I served my country and my town. I break no laws. I pay my taxs. I dont drink. I dont do drugs and I havent even had a speeding ticket is more than a decade.
Im a decent fellow.
But I'm starting to get this tingling feeling in the back of my neck which in my earlier life usually ended one of two ways. And both are ugly.
So I go home. Put on some civies and wait for the Po-Po to arrive. Which they do.
And listen as they tell the crowd. "No, he's not breaking the law. No, he has a valid hunting licence and he's within his rights to kill any deer that wanders onto his land. They are not, "your deer".
Great. while the group is getting versed in the seperation of thier wishes and my rights, I grab the dink and load him up.
When 5-0 is dont he shakes my hand, I thank him and tell him goodnight.
I take the dink, pick up my meat and head back home. Unload the coolers and while I am washing blood out of the truck-bed I see... Lights and people in the field next door. So i snoop and poop to the treeline and as best I can tell they are looking for blood. To which I yell "No need to track that one. The Barnes made it easy".
NO. I DIDNT. I wanted to, but I'm not that quick and pretty sure the dont have a clue what a "TSX" is. I think what i actually said was something to the effect of "I have had about enough of your tree hugging hippy Bullshit. I'm calling the cops this time and if you come accross this property line an ambulance as well."
2 Cops this time. Who both tell them the same thing and end it with "...and if YOU and YOU keep this up, I will arrest you." I smile Big and get back to the chores.
Then...
A vehicle comes down my dead end street turns around and stops adjacent to the field. Lights off, engine running. These Idiots dont get it. So I call the number the cop gave me and he starts heading back. I do the dirty walk (no street lights out here bubba) and am close enough to read the tag on the truck is State GOV. Ah-Ha, DNR.
The deputy pulls up (no one has seen me yet) and the DNR agent asks "Who called you" to which I now pipe up "I DID" and at least 3 people physically gasp and jump at my almost ninja like appearance on the scene. The deputy says, Go back over to your place and I'll come by when I'm done with these people". And I kinda like the way he says "These people" Like someone talking about the type of person who leaves diapers in grocery parking lots.
"THESE People".
So, The DNR agent comes by and I'm ready to go to jail. I dont know what for, but, I took off the wedding band and belt then gave my wife my folding money and wallet and opened the phone book to Bonding Agents.
The DNR fellow starts off with " Partner, I am really Sorry about this. I know this has taken up your whole night." WHEW!
He procededs to tell me how he basicly thinks I'm doing a public service by killing these deer so close to town and that as long as I'm safe he doesnt have a problem.
Now. Home. The wife is tore up. The kids are confused. The dog hasnt seen this much action since the lawn tractor dug into a hornets nest. And I'm up at 4 fking oclock in the AM because I'm worried some hippy is going to key my car, or TP my house or put "BAMBI KILLER" signs in my yard.
And by the way. The dink was for stew. Friday night I killed a 200+# 8 point with a 17" inside and 8" browtines. Behind the house.
Since this episode I took another big buck in December and I have game camera pictures of 9 does (which have now dropped a total of 5 new fawns) and 8 seperate bucks. One sporting a huge 10 point rack in febuary. I havent seen his new headgear.