- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
Finally, the big game season in Ontario has begun!
I arrived at 4:00 Saturday Morning, just as the lights went out on the generator.
Dumbdawg was the only one awake enough to start it, so I turned the headlights of the Jeep on it.
We talked for half an hour, amidst loud snoring from Fogducker in the next room.
When the boys arrived they had to lift the chain over the post on the gate to get in.
(To get to Fogduckers, one must cross a bit of private land owned by a neighbour)
Someone had cut the chain and changed the lock.
Finally foggy got up, giving me a big WTF did you come from look. And we set about the days hunt. (After they were fed)
The morning hunt was uneventful, at least until we went in for lunch.
We had finished eating, when the bear, DROVE up the driveway!
Yes folks, and OPP had come in all the way, scraping hell out of the bottom of his cruiser, just to ask what we were doing there.
Apparently, the neighbour had noticed the chain lifted over the gate post, and called the cops. (a good thing)
Anyway, some years back, there had been a small grow opp found on the property, and the neighbour told the young officer that, so, he was visibly nervous, when the three of us descended upon his cruiser.
He asked that Newhunter hand over his belt knife while he talked to us. (The rest of us were not wearing ours.)
A few questions, names and addy's later, he handed back the knife, and was on his way, bumping and grinding down the lane.
We went out to the neighbour right away, had a visit, and thanked him for being observant. (Break ins are frequent) and got a key. ( I'm getting some copies today)
Back to hunting. Bear sign was everywhere, fresh tuned rocks, ripped stumps, broken apple trees, but so far, no (four legged) bears.
There's always Monday!
I arrived at 4:00 Saturday Morning, just as the lights went out on the generator.
Dumbdawg was the only one awake enough to start it, so I turned the headlights of the Jeep on it.
We talked for half an hour, amidst loud snoring from Fogducker in the next room.
When the boys arrived they had to lift the chain over the post on the gate to get in.
(To get to Fogduckers, one must cross a bit of private land owned by a neighbour)
Someone had cut the chain and changed the lock.
Finally foggy got up, giving me a big WTF did you come from look. And we set about the days hunt. (After they were fed)
The morning hunt was uneventful, at least until we went in for lunch.
We had finished eating, when the bear, DROVE up the driveway!
Yes folks, and OPP had come in all the way, scraping hell out of the bottom of his cruiser, just to ask what we were doing there.
Apparently, the neighbour had noticed the chain lifted over the gate post, and called the cops. (a good thing)
Anyway, some years back, there had been a small grow opp found on the property, and the neighbour told the young officer that, so, he was visibly nervous, when the three of us descended upon his cruiser.
He asked that Newhunter hand over his belt knife while he talked to us. (The rest of us were not wearing ours.)
A few questions, names and addy's later, he handed back the knife, and was on his way, bumping and grinding down the lane.
We went out to the neighbour right away, had a visit, and thanked him for being observant. (Break ins are frequent) and got a key. ( I'm getting some copies today)
Back to hunting. Bear sign was everywhere, fresh tuned rocks, ripped stumps, broken apple trees, but so far, no (four legged) bears.
There's always Monday!
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