I am fortunate in that I have only run into a couple of real a338@7z in all the years that I have hunted. There was one whom I would have gladly shot, but didn't, so I am still free and can own weapons.
They give us all a bad name, break whatever rules they deem proper and trounce the rights of all who are unfortunate enough to come into contact with them. Their disrespect runs deep for all the gifts around them, and for all who meet them. I resent it highly when my hunt is tainted by such as these. I come to the mountains with an open, tender heart full of gratitude. I am taking communion up there, and seeking the sacred, seeking the basic fires of life. What a jarring clash occurs when I have to deal with callous oafs with their heads on upside down! I hope to heck I don't have to do so again, because as I grow older, I am becoming less tolerant. And I don't wanna go to jail.
Killdeer :(