. . . have all the nerve! Being Memorial Day weekend there are a lot of people out in our area with camp trailers, four-wheelers, etc. They usually keep to public land not causing any trouble. But then, THEN you get those who drink a little too much or decide they need more exciting action than four-wheeling through the mountains.
This afternoon Mr. Ferrero Rocher noticed two pickups driving slowly down the public road that lines one of our sections. No big deal until both pickups stop at the top of the section and you can hear gunfire. We’ve got a loader parked up there at a gravel pit. Mr. FR looks through his binoculars to see if they are shooting at the loader. He can’t tell so he takes off in his pickup through our section towards the strangers. A section is one square mile so it takes a couple of minutes for Mr. FR to make his way down there. I watch through his binoculars as one pickup takes off. I can’t figure out why the other pickup doesn’t leave too until I see two men running as fast as they can through one of our fields back to their truck. As soon as they get in they peel off burning rubber as they go. Mr. FR takes a look at the loader first and sees no damage done. He heads back out to the field only to find an antelope shot, still alive but suffering. Mr. FR had to finish it off.
I hate poachers.
Horrible. I love it when people don’t think the rules apply to them.
Thank goodness the kids weren’t playing outside…
Not nice.
Holy cow – that’s horrible!! Seriously, what are people thinking sometimes??
I hate them too!
I despise them with you!
That just makes me so mad! I grew up watching my dad race off after deer hunters on our land all the time, and the motorcycle riders that think they can just go off road where ever and whenever they feel like it. I used to get kind of embarrassed about it and think that everyone in town must hate my dad, but as an adult I can now see his side of things.
I wonder if some people just were never taught to be considerate. Let alone to obey the law.
That just stinks.
I’m sorry that you guys have to deal with that.
Ah, yes–life in the west! Don’t worry, though, it would be WAY worse! We once lived in the rural south where poachers, stray bullets, even finding men shooting up your backyard was not only commonplace but allowed by law enforcement because hunting was so revered in that area. I shudder to remember, and will take the wild western poachers any day! 🙂
I wish he would have gotten their license plate numbers!
The type of people who poach are usually the type of people who also just leave the animal to rot.
In Nevada they pay a heavy price if caught. They would have lost there rifles and vehicles along with a hefty fine and some prison time.
Hopefully you do not have to deal with poaching too often.
I hope they were starving and just really needed the food. Sadly, I doubt that was the case.
Grrr.
I’m glad none of your equipment was damaged.
Ah yes…we used to hate holiday weekends. Our place in the mountains was a hot spot for idiots. I can’t tell you how many animals we had shot or buildings we had damaged. Sorry to hear you have the same problem.
Oh, not good, not good at all.:(
I hear you…People hsed to come and motorbike in our stackyard, My Dad finally told them to get lost because he was afraid that they would run into a haystack and burn up the whole yard. Some people just need help with their pathetic lives.
That’s so awful. Seriously, what is wrong with people?
Some people have such horrible ideas. We were the last house in a small canyon for a while when I was a kid, and always had hunters in our pasture during hunting season. We could see them from the house without binoculars. It was frightening. I am glad you are all safe, and that your husband is a good Nevadan who protects you and your land.