Guys...(and gals, I use this as a non-gender specific greeting),
It's real early in the morning here, I am having a little trouble sleeping. Why? I'm ticked-off. Many of you may not be aquainted with this term. Source or history of the word is unknown to me. All I know is it was used a lot as I was growing up. It was as hard a word as my Momma would allow in the house for being mad enough to spit (couldn't do that in the house either).
My prose is not elegant, and I have been told that crayon drawings by blindfolded preschoolers are easier to understand than the stories I tell. The essence of my anger stems from what is happening to my world and how it views those of us who choose to hunt.
I have been looking for a new place to live. Have to move closer to town to get away from all the people who live in the "country". Was stopped twice on the way home this year by "neighbors" wanting to know why I had a dead deer in my truck. I explained that I killed it with a bow I made from a tree I cut down. I wasn't sure what they were more taken aback by, I had killed a deer on purpose or that I had cut down a tree.
Can't hunt all the places I used to because they are parceled out in "estate acerages" now. Real nice houses, I couldn't afford one but the guy down the lane says the goverment is gonna make his house payments for him now (guess he couldn't either).
Found a nice place in town, close to work to save on gas (or at least to put more towards hunting) and went through all the 20 questions a lifelong renter is used to...no pets, don't smoke, will mow the yard, no weapons. Weapons?
"Yes, weapons", she said. "We don't believe in any kind of objects created for the purpose of killing".
"You mean like assault-rifles and stuff?" I asked.
"Anything." she says.
"Well all I have is my hunting gear. A rifle and shotgun or two. All my fishing rods and of course my bows. A lot of bows."
"No, not here."
"They are all legal. Not a one of my bows holds more than half a dozen arrows in the quiver at a time. I don't have any pre-ban high capacity quivers." (She didn't get it)
"No not here."
In an effort to bring this to a hastier end, I did finally find a place that accepted me and my habits. I think it may be important for some of you to check my profile, see where I live. Not a far western state or on the eastern seaboard where I here this type of thing may be common. I live in Oklahoma. Oklahoma for Pete's sake. Most of you probably think we still live in teepees and HAVE to hunt just to eat. If this sort of thing can happen here, God help the future of hunting in this country.
OkKeith