The Dreaded Deer Hunting Season

Posted November 16th, 2009 by kerri and filed in small house living
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Some peo­ple think you can only expe­ri­ence cul­ture shock when going from one coun­try to another, but mov­ing from the city to the coun­try, and I sup­pose visa versa, is a cul­ture shock as well.
There’s no other time of year that points that out to us more than fall.
This past week­end was the begin­ning of open hunt­ing sea­son here. As a local news­pa­per col­umn lamented, it either draws the excite­ment com­pared only to that of a child on Christmas morn­ing, or it is the most dreaded week­end of the year.
For us, it is the lat­ter.
The first year my aunt lived here, hunters, who were then allowed to run their dogs any­where they were chas­ing deer, includ­ing on pri­vate prop­erty, threat­ened to come back and burn down her house when she told them they weren’t allowed to hunt her 40 acres.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not using this forum to start a debate against hunt­ing. I’m just par­tic­u­larly against the BAD hunters, and we seem to have a lot of them.
My friend, whose hus­band hunts, tells me there are a lot of good hunters – and that might be – but it hasn’t been our experience.

It seems as if the hunt­ing sea­son lasts for­ever here. First, there was the open­ing of bow hunt­ing sea­son, and then muz­zle load­ing sea­son. We’ve been open­ing the news­pa­per for a month now, treated to pho­tos of var­i­ous slaugh­tered ani­mals, some bloody with their tongues hang­ing out the sides of their mouths, all with a smil­ing hunter (usu­ally a child) proudly hold­ing up the head of their first “har­vest.”
Now starts the open gun sea­son, which is by far the worst.
Early on Saturday morn­ing of the first day of the open gun sea­son, we’re awak­ened by 4-wheelers and truck traf­fic blaz­ing up and down our usu­ally quiet dirt road. Usually not long after dawn, the sounds of gun­shots pierce the air.
While our fam­ily owns the 50 acres adja­cent to our prop­erty on both sides of the road, there is some land at the end of the road that is owned by the gov­ern­ment and open to hunters.
While that land is over a mile away, our dogs are kept pris­oner, not even allowed out off leash on our own prop­erty, as our land abuts U.S. Corps of Engineers prop­erty toward the lake, and while hunters aren’t sup­posed to be shoot­ing within 500 yards of homes, the laws don’t seem to mat­ter for some.
Hunters are no longer allowed to run dogs in chase of deer in Arkansas, but in just the past two years we’ve lived here, we’ve picked up numer­ous beer and pop cans and plas­tic bot­tles and even some beanie wee­nie cans along the side of our road dur­ing hunt­ing sea­son. After one of the big dogs, Emma, went miss­ing one evening and we set out to find her, she greeted us at the end of our dri­ve­way with a sev­ered deer head in her mouth, the deer’s antlers hav­ing been sawed off by pre­sum­ably the per­son who killed him. The land­scape is strewn with the remains of the hunt and if the buz­zards fly­ing around don’t find them first, our dogs will.

Our neigh­bors homes have been bro­ken into, their freez­ers and pantries raided, and their fish­ing and bil­liards equip­ment stolen.On one occa­sion, some­one actu­ally even slept in their bed.
Trying to be extra vig­i­lant in keep­ing an eye on our neigh­bors houses on the week­ends they aren’t here, we try to take more walks toward that end of the road, and each year, our dogs usu­ally find some human excre­ment to roll in (as one did last night and we had to give her a bath out­side with the hose when we arrived home).
One day a cou­ple of years ago, while wait­ing our turn to launch at the boat dock, about a half dozen guys boarded a boat meant for prob­a­bly at least half that capac­ity. They had guns and a cooler.
Another man wait­ing to launch told us that they will go to a point on the lake and let at least half the guys off. They will then go up into the woods and round the deer down to the point, where the remain­ing men in the boat shoot them. Worse, if they see a deer in the water get­ting a drink, they will lasso it and pull it out in the lake until it drowns. Both prac­tices are sup­posed to be ille­gal, but so is night hunt­ing, and we saw at least a half dozen cars pulled off to the side of the road between here and town on Saturday night.
Calling the game and fish war­den will get him out here, maybe, within a week.
I sup­pose there are GOOD hunters, who fol­low the rules of the sport and we just don’t know about them because they do, but it is the BAD hunters who make us won­der why this sport is still legal in any pop­u­lated areas, and make us dread this time of year.

Have you expe­ri­enced cul­ture shock hav­ing moved to any other part of the same coun­try? Or do you have your own hunt­ing story?

17 Responses to “The Dreaded Deer Hunting Season”

  1. Kenda Alexander says:

    Kerri,
    Up to this point I have truly enjoyed your blog. What grieves me is your lack of thor­ough research on this whole sub­ject. Unfortunately you have been exposed to a few "bad apples" who give all hunters a bad name. My hus­band and I have hunted for years and it is part of our sus­tain­able liv­ing. We use every part of the ani­mals we take. We live on less finan­cially with our chil­dren than most Americans believe pos­si­ble. All so we can com­mit our lives to help­ing youth. We have many friends who hunt and many who do not and we all live very peace­fully together. Every hunter we know is very respect­ful of the gift of food they har­vest each year and are the real rea­son con­ser­va­tion of wildlife even exists. I chal­lenge any non hunter to under­stand the wilder­ness and ani­mals the way a true hunter does. You can't help but be rev­er­ent and knowl­edge­able of that which sup­plies your need. I am sorry you have had bad expe­ri­ences but it is irre­spon­si­ble to sug­gest all hunters are even remotely con­nected to these behav­iors. Our expe­ri­ence here in the remote west has been the Eastern Americans and Californian sub­ur­bians who cause all the prob­lems such as you describe. Please don't lump all hunters together with your lim­ited expo­sure and experience.

    • Hi, Kenda, Welcome to Living Large! I'm glad you are enjoy­ing the posts and I'm sorry if you per­ceived this as an attack on all hunters,but I clearly state in my post: "I’m not using this forum to start a debate against hunt­ing. I’m just par­tic­u­larly against the BAD hunters, and we seem to have a lot of them." We too, have many friends and fam­ily who hunt with whom we co-exist peace­fully. Most of them fol­low the rules, but some of them even don't. I am a jour­nal­ist. However, these blog posts aren't meant to be researched, non-biased arti­cles on any given sub­ject. These are my expe­ri­ences (which are hardly lim­ited since my fam­ily has been liv­ing here in the thick of it and deal­ing with hunt­ing sea­sons since 1997). Unfortunately, yes, this is what we've expe­ri­enced here. Just the other day, I once again had to call the fish and game because some­one was hunt­ing behind our prop­erty, well within the 500 yard bar­rier. I'm glad you have found a way to live that fits your life. I wish there were more hunters like you who fol­low the rules and also help edu­cate the ones who don't.

    • Richard Wilt says:

      Kendra — I agree with you that I could never under­stand the wilder­ness and ani­mals through the scope of a hunt­ing rifle the way a true hunter does. I imag­ine view­ing your "har­vest" that way is quite dif­fer­ent from the expe­ri­ence I gleem from look­ing into their eyes as they graze in my back meadow. I can't imag­ine prac­tic­ing "con­ser­va­tion of wildlife" by par­tic­i­pat­ing in an annual rit­u­al­is­tic slaugh­ter. We would not con­sider that a proper or moral solu­tion to the prob­lem of human over­crowd­ing, so why is it a proper solu­tion to wildlife over­crowd­ing cre­ated by the ever-expansive nature of humans. Several years ago I came to the real­iza­tion that God gave humans the power of choice in the belief that as humans became civ­i­lized they would choose to value wildlife as fel­low inhab­i­tants of this planet, not as food and cloth­ing. It is evi­dent from your post that we have a long way to go before we become truly civilized.

  2. This was a such a dif­fi­cult post for me to read. I guess I should have expected hunt­ing sea­son would come to the Little House neck of the woods…but I've been so taken with your other posts I didn't think of it until now. So sad, but then these are the real­i­ties. What an excel­lent sub­ject to write about — per­haps a longer piece.

  3. Ed says:

    I believe this would be ille­gal, as you would be hunt­ing over a baited field. The steel jawed traps sound bet­ter, just wipe off the prints and wear gloves.

  4. MarthaandMe says:

    This is all hor­ren­dous. The neigh­bors next to our old house, in a rural area, were hunters and every year there would be a deer hang­ing from their front tree. I hated hav­ing to see that.

    We live in a sub­ur­ban area now but there are still hunters around. We just fenced our back­yard and no longer have to worry about one of our dogs run­ning off and get­ting hurt.

    Every time I see the deer cross­ing the road I tell them to run.

  5. Mo says:

    Wow, that behav­ior would infu­ri­ate me. I've heard of such things but it has not been our expe­ri­ence. Our hunt­ing sea­sons begin as early as August 1st (for Bears) and go into January so we have months of expo­sure to hunters, none could even com­pare to the yahoos you have described. I'm just over 200 yards away from National Forest too and have big blocks of State land around me too.

    What you describe sounds like 'Spring Break' with guns, it cer­tainly isn't hunt­ing by any def­i­n­i­tion I'm famil­iar with.

    A bunch of drunk guys las­so­ing a deer is hard for me to believe…

    • Kerri says:

      Yes, it is all the truth, Mo. I asked my hus­band about the rop­ing of the deer and he said it is when they are out in the water quite a ways, maybe swim­ming from one shore­line to another. Barbaric, if you ask me.

  6. It's rifle hunt­ing sea­son here too. We keep to the road and away from open hunt­ing areas. In CO, peo­ple can­not hunt on pri­vate prop­erty with­out per­mis­sion, so we're always happy to see the deer and elk hang­ing around the house.

    A neigh­bor alerted me on Facebook (rather than call­ing) that a huge BUCK was in our pas­ture Sunday. We missed it, but we hope he is still safe today.

    • Kerri says:

      It's ille­gal to hunt on pri­vate prop­erty with­out per­mis­sion here too. I just don't think some peo­ple have grasped the mean­ing of illegal.

  7. Hunting is pretty big in parts of Arizona but I'm not one who could shoot an ani­mal myself. I just couldn't do it. I once stayed at a cabin near the Mogollon Rim owned by a hunter, and the one thing I remem­ber most about the place is the ani­mal heads. They were every­where, hung over the fire­place, in the hall­ways, and one was hung on the wall right in front of the guest room toi­let. If you were a man, that's what you'd stand face-to-face with every time you used it–a dead deer head. Nice. Sit down, and he stares at your back. It wigged me out.

    • Kerri says:

      I agree. Creepy. Did you ever see the old tele­vi­sion show, I think it was called "Night Gallery," where the ani­mals got their revenge and the heads of the hunters ended up on the walls!?

  8. Kerri says:

    Very cre­ative, Kathy. Maybe around here, we could use some of the steel jawed traps hunters are still allowed to use. :(

  9. Kathleen Winn says:

    Kerri– we've expe­ri­enced much of the same incon­sid­er­ate and even down­right ille­gal behav­ior of hunters, at our land in Cass County. We bought our prop­erty to pro­vide peace and quiet in a rural set­ting, but this time of year we might as well be in a crack house in the ghetto for all the gun­fire that sur­rounds us there.

    It really gets my goat when they lit­ter our land with beer cans and shot­gun shells. If they're going to poach off of our prop­erty, you'd think they could at least clean up after them­selves. I have become so dis­gusted and angry with hunt­ing sea­son that I came up with a plan to catch poachers.

    A few miles from our prop­erty, there is a large cat sanc­tu­ary– one of those places that res­cues large cats like moun­tain lions and even tigers and lions, from the idiots who get them as babies and try to raise them as pets. My idea is to dig a deep hole, bor­row a big cat and put it in there, then let it get a lit­tle hun­gry. Next, I would cover the hole with branches and dried grass to cam­ou­flage it. The fin­ish­ing touch– I'll put a six pack of Budweiser on top and wait for Joe Hunter to come along. Hee, hee! What do you think?