Apparently it was somebody elses "spot"

We call 'em Good ol boys, I've had them tell me I'm not allowed to hunt around here since I've only lived here for 10 years and my family is not from here. I can't help but think about battling banjos...

I've experienced this before. I was invited by a friend one year to go moose hunting on a plot he had bought a couple years prior. Back in Quebec, you need two hunters/tags per moose for certain zones. I ended up shooting a nice 42 inch bull moose, my buddy was just as excited as I was, we were so happy things had worked out for us. We split the meat 50/50 and I kept the antlers. A week goes by and he sees the group of guys who had been hunting the next plot over for decades. He was so happy and like many successful hunters, wanted to share our experience with "the boys". He ended up receiving death threats from the group who proceeded to tell him that that bull was THEIR bull and they had had him on cameras for weeks before, etc etc, and they were the ones "allowed" to shoot it...

I've dealt with similar situations before, some hunters are nothing but pure jealous azzholes. I personally LOVE seeing other guys harvest, I will always volunteer to go land a hand and I am always happy for a successful hunter. I've had guys shoot animals I was hoping to get myself and was happy for them, moved on, and shot something else.
 
Heard about one old f****r who sat on a road until first shooting light, and he would not let anyone pass him so that they can go to their hunting spot. At first light, he drives along slowly, again not letting anyone pass him. I say get on his tail and blare the horn (fk up his road hunt) until he pulls over!! Likely start a feud, I'd imagine...
 
Around these parts,"locals" with the big hunt camp used to dictate to other out-of-town hunters where and what they could hunt. Flattened tires and scratched paint was the norm until one day,they messed with the wrong guy(s). When they came back to their camp the following weekend,all they found were ashes.........including 2 snow machines and 3 four-wheelers. It's been real quiet around our area for a long time,now. Problem solved.
 
Around these parts,"locals" with the big hunt camp used to dictate to other out-of-town hunters where and what they could hunt. Flattened tires and scratched paint was the norm until one day,they messed with the wrong guy(s). When they came back to their camp the following weekend,all they found were ashes.........including 2 snow machines and 3 four-wheelers. It's been real quiet around our area for a long time,now. Problem solved.

Win win.
 
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