bluemike807
CGN Regular
- Location
- Eastern Ontario
Dear Sir.
I wanted to write and tell you how disappointed I am that individuals like you continue to crawl this Earth. I sincerely hope one day I can pay you back, in kind, for your particularly stupid actions today.
For the last week I had been looking forward to going rabbit hunting, snowshoeing with my dogs up Brown Mountain, just outside of Antigonish, NS - my only day off in weeks, and at the close of the season as well. Its a beautiful spot and I hardly expected to see anything but tracks - but I knew my dogs would have a ball running up and down the trail and sniffing at all the different scents of deer, rabbit and coyote. The younger one, my four month old white German Shepherd, especially enjoyed it, being able to romp with his big sister, off leash, in the wilderness. Neither he nor his big sister ever leave my sight, and he was wearing bear bells just in case. All in all it was a beautiful morning - this one you spoiled for me - with a little snow falling and a temperature around +1c. The cooey rifle I'd restored hung on its new sling across my shoulder, and the dogs were having the time of their lives.
Now the road doesnt get used in winter - save for skidooers and NS Power techs - so we had the entire road (emphasis on Road. Its on a map as such) to ourselves. We'd gone maybe 500m from the car when Nanuk, the little one, snatched something off a tree and began furiously chewing it. At first I thought it was a hunk of rotten bark, or maybe - as I noticed it had strings on it - a camouflage draw bag.
He's young, and while he's been making great strides on his training, he's got a long way to go. He's also headstrong (hoping the snip in two months cures some of that) and as such, he didnt want to let go of his prize. As I took him by the head, it was clear it was meat - a lump of greying beef with strings tied around it. He would not let go, even as I tried to prise his jaws apart, even whacking him lightly with my hands and the butt of my rifle as we wrestled, awkwardly. I managed to tear away half of it - flinging it into the bush - but he swallowed the rest.
Angry, and knowing what it was he had likely eaten - possibly poisoned meat, intended for the area's many coyotes - I texted the wife who concurred I should turn around, and keep an eye on him to be on the safe side. So much for a morning hunt.
Long story short, I get him home, call the vet who urges me to induce vomiting with Hydrogen Peroxide. I have none. So I drive like a Maniac to the shoppers in town, grab a bottle, toss money at a clerk, and drive crazily home. Pour the requisite amount into the dog (wasnt that fun). And watch as, 5 minutes later, up comes his breakfast, and a completely intact lump of beef, strings included. Vet says he will likely be fine, but to keep a weather eye on him, as antifreeze poisoning doesnt manifest immediately.
So, in short, fellow who tied a piece of meat to a tree ON A ROAD - not in the bush, but immediately adjacent to a road where people can be expected - I hope something truly awful happens to you. Im thinking groin-first into a woodchipper. And thats just for having ruined my hunt and potentially poisoned my dog. If my dog does get sick - watch out.
I wanted to write and tell you how disappointed I am that individuals like you continue to crawl this Earth. I sincerely hope one day I can pay you back, in kind, for your particularly stupid actions today.
For the last week I had been looking forward to going rabbit hunting, snowshoeing with my dogs up Brown Mountain, just outside of Antigonish, NS - my only day off in weeks, and at the close of the season as well. Its a beautiful spot and I hardly expected to see anything but tracks - but I knew my dogs would have a ball running up and down the trail and sniffing at all the different scents of deer, rabbit and coyote. The younger one, my four month old white German Shepherd, especially enjoyed it, being able to romp with his big sister, off leash, in the wilderness. Neither he nor his big sister ever leave my sight, and he was wearing bear bells just in case. All in all it was a beautiful morning - this one you spoiled for me - with a little snow falling and a temperature around +1c. The cooey rifle I'd restored hung on its new sling across my shoulder, and the dogs were having the time of their lives.
Now the road doesnt get used in winter - save for skidooers and NS Power techs - so we had the entire road (emphasis on Road. Its on a map as such) to ourselves. We'd gone maybe 500m from the car when Nanuk, the little one, snatched something off a tree and began furiously chewing it. At first I thought it was a hunk of rotten bark, or maybe - as I noticed it had strings on it - a camouflage draw bag.
He's young, and while he's been making great strides on his training, he's got a long way to go. He's also headstrong (hoping the snip in two months cures some of that) and as such, he didnt want to let go of his prize. As I took him by the head, it was clear it was meat - a lump of greying beef with strings tied around it. He would not let go, even as I tried to prise his jaws apart, even whacking him lightly with my hands and the butt of my rifle as we wrestled, awkwardly. I managed to tear away half of it - flinging it into the bush - but he swallowed the rest.
Angry, and knowing what it was he had likely eaten - possibly poisoned meat, intended for the area's many coyotes - I texted the wife who concurred I should turn around, and keep an eye on him to be on the safe side. So much for a morning hunt.
Long story short, I get him home, call the vet who urges me to induce vomiting with Hydrogen Peroxide. I have none. So I drive like a Maniac to the shoppers in town, grab a bottle, toss money at a clerk, and drive crazily home. Pour the requisite amount into the dog (wasnt that fun). And watch as, 5 minutes later, up comes his breakfast, and a completely intact lump of beef, strings included. Vet says he will likely be fine, but to keep a weather eye on him, as antifreeze poisoning doesnt manifest immediately.
So, in short, fellow who tied a piece of meat to a tree ON A ROAD - not in the bush, but immediately adjacent to a road where people can be expected - I hope something truly awful happens to you. Im thinking groin-first into a woodchipper. And thats just for having ruined my hunt and potentially poisoned my dog. If my dog does get sick - watch out.
