Voted absentee, so went duck hunting this morning and it was a fabulous hunt. Went out to Reverend Larry's where his property is adjacent to a stream fed pond and all the ground surrounding the thing is private. Were walking down to set up 1/2 hour before shooting hours and spooked a ton of geese, some swans, and a bunch of ducks. Anyway, we were hoping for the geese to come back, so passed up a bunch of ducks in the early morning so as not to spook all the birds away since this pond does not get hunted. Then around 9 we lost faith that the geese were coming back to the pond, so we started shooting at ducks. One green head in the bag and a few more spent shells at missed ducks later, we noticed a highway patrolman at the opposite end of the pond. After we packed up our decoys, got stuck in the slime (light cotton socks bad with large wader boots), we got done hunting and were received by a county sheriff, a highway patrolman, and a game warden. No shit, three popo for one greenhead.
Anyway, the game warden checked our licenses and we were completely legal, and since Larry owns property down to the pond, the sheriff and highway patrol apologized for wasting our time. We had offended all of the neighbors and I even got a hate note left on my truck. All and all a great morning of hunting, and God Damn if I am not going to have to write another letter to the editor telling assholes to go fuck themselves and if they don't want hunting near their property, they should move into town.
Moral of the story, don't throw stones in glass houses. I plan on buying Larry a skeet thrower for Christmas. I know a great place we can go, anyone interested...Cheers!
Groover
6 comments:
Interesting lead in to that story. I shit at home today so I could immediately check my e-mail upon arrival at work...
I am offended at your characterization of our fine patrol offciers as "pork" they are just doing their job much the same as yourself. They probably get sick of responding to BS phone calls.
What did the hate note say???
I gave the hate note to Larry for his hunting album...but it said something along the lines of "There are plenty of other lakes in the Helena area, and to please use one of those in the future. Nobody wants hunting here. Don't come back. Don’t hunt in my back yard…I’m worried for my windows and my children’s eyes."
The woman who called all the various police said that the shots were so loud she thought we were shooting at her house. Good stuff. I did not say anything bad about the various officers, they were very professionsl...pork and po-po, just happen to be reference names.
yes, that deserves a letter to the editor...you could have a blast with that one...let me know if you need some help...i'll be happy to add my two cents from idaho
So when's the next hunt at Larry's? Can I come?
You're the urban interface commando bro. Oughta get a magnet for your truck says: Yes, I know you live here. No, I don't care. Yes this is legal, go fuck yourself and don't slash my tires.
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