TrainChaser
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Some hunters don't have a clue about what they're trying to do. They're the kind who will shoot at movement, and not even consider where that flying bullet ends up.
I was camping for a few days outside Sisters, OR, during a heat wave. I had forgotten something (milk?), so I went into town. I was in the grocery store shortly before they closed. Three hot, sweating, irritated men in hunting gear stomped in and yelled, "Where are all the g-damned deer?"
The older female clerk looked at them, and said calmly something like, "Resting in a cool spot, waiting for dark, and laughing at hunters who don't know that".
Sure enough, I heard some occasional shots well after dark. Hoped my schoolbus-yellow Ford van was visible. Hoped there were some rangers out there, watching for poachers.
I was camping for a few days outside Sisters, OR, during a heat wave. I had forgotten something (milk?), so I went into town. I was in the grocery store shortly before they closed. Three hot, sweating, irritated men in hunting gear stomped in and yelled, "Where are all the g-damned deer?"
The older female clerk looked at them, and said calmly something like, "Resting in a cool spot, waiting for dark, and laughing at hunters who don't know that".
Sure enough, I heard some occasional shots well after dark. Hoped my schoolbus-yellow Ford van was visible. Hoped there were some rangers out there, watching for poachers.