|This is SO not my color|
The shots were coming from the woods across the road. I don't know if they got anything or not, but this isn't the time of year to wander into the woods and ask.
As luck would have it though, the weather has turned cold; the high today is expected to be around 18 degrees, going down to 5 tonight. And add to that, a brisk northwest wind steady at 17mph gusting to 26 and I'm not really crazy about working outside anyway.
We had a little dusting of snow on Thursday night that didn't last, except some ice which formed where the shadows are deep in the trees. And by the mailbox, I found to my dismay. No, I didn't fall again (or should I say YET?) but when my feet slid out from under me on the patch of black ice, I found my adrenaline pump was working just fine. Sheesh, that was close.
I'm going to have to find those ice clamp/cleat/things I stick on my shoes again. I am a complete klutz on ice and being so nervous about falling makes me even more clumsy.
I just don't want to be one of the 'herd' that is thinned, and I told the guy so. At this moment there are a couple of strange pickup trucks in our Back Eight and hunters who knows where, waiting for a deer to cross their path. I have to admit though, it's easier to see the hunters during blaze-orange gun season than during bow when they wear camouflage. Apparently, deer are color-blind, though I have my doubts. The deer are smart and don't come out of hiding until after dark, when shooting is illegal. (Well, it's 'supposed' to be illegal, anyway.)
About twenty years ago (gads, I'm getting old...) we had an incident here with a hunter that made my hair stand on end. It was around 10 AM and I was home alone, cleaning the bathroom sink when I suddenly heard extremely close shotgun fire.
I looked out the window and saw a wounded deer trying to run up the lane by the windmill (at that time our trees were very tiny, so we could see down the lane) and there was a hunter in hot pursuit. The man was a stranger and did not have permission to hunt our farm, but there he was, aiming that shotgun at the deer which by now had jumped into our Formal Garden and was struggling to get over the stone walls.
|Not a place you'd expect to find a deer hunt in progress.|
That's where the deer ended up. And still wasn't dead.
|Way too close for comfort.|
"Are you crazy??!" I hollered. But then I realized this man was a complete stranger, armed with a deadly weapon and very agitated. People do weird things when their adrenaline is pumping. I finally said, "Well, finish it off, for cryin' out loud."
To spare you any more gory details, he did, with a knife. Then he sat down on my lawn and mopped his face, he was sweating heavily and seemed very shaken. I was still standing in the bathroom with the window hanging open, and I was shaking, too. He finally looked up at me and kinda, sorta apologized, but not really. He took the carcass and dragged it across the lawn, through our front garden and out to the road ditch where he field dressed it (and left the entrails, thanks) and then disappeared into the woods across the road, leaving the carcass lie. He retrieved his truck from somewhere, picked up the kill and left.
Why didn't I call the cops? I don't have a good answer for that. We live in a rural area and our neighbors aren't near. I debated calling the police but to tell you the truth, it all happened so fast and I was just glad it was over. Though this happened over 20 years ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday. And every time hunting season rolls around, I cringe. Thankfully, we haven't had any more experiences like this, though those gun shots sure do get close.....
So when this new guy stopped in this past week and asked if it was OK to hunt our land, I told him the story above. He was shocked and said I wouldn't have to worry about that happening with his party of hunters, they would be ultra-respectful of our safety and our property.
I told him I was holding him to that promise.
I do pity the deer.