Moose camp, last Thursday.
Pickup rolls slowly by and the driver (in hunting garb) leans out and asks if this trail leads up to the beaver pond?
We approach the truck and get into a 20 minute conversation about everything from the lack of bull tags this year, to the logging going on, to the the incessant rain, etc. He told us where his gang was camped, that they were from Parry Sound, that they were one of the few to get a bull tag this year, and so on. We wished him good luck, and he went on his merry way.
The next evening, I'm trundling back to camp from an uneventful afternoon hunt, and the mnr pulls me over. And who climbs out of the truck? Our new hunter friend from the night before. Except today, he's wearing a vest and sidearm... And a stern expression.
"So... You guys fill that bull tag of yours yet?" I asked as he approached.
Suddenly realizing who I was, his stern expression broke and he sheepishly replied "uh... No actually... They've uh, got me working this week..."
"So I see."
So we did the usual check the tags, guns, alchohal, and attractants. But as I handed him my hunting license, I realized I still had a stupid "Zombie hunting" validation tag attached to it that I'd done as a joke. He looked at it and frowned, scratched at it, "is this a joke"?
"Um... Yep"
He BURSTS out in laughter and passes it around to the two other COs with him. They gave it back, wished me luck and sent me on my way.
As I drove back, I couldn't help but think of the hundreds of hunters I've met in the woods before, and how many of them may have been undercover COs. I always hunt by the book, but I still think I'll be more cautious next time I meet a new friend in the woods.
Cheers,
KJ
Pickup rolls slowly by and the driver (in hunting garb) leans out and asks if this trail leads up to the beaver pond?
We approach the truck and get into a 20 minute conversation about everything from the lack of bull tags this year, to the logging going on, to the the incessant rain, etc. He told us where his gang was camped, that they were from Parry Sound, that they were one of the few to get a bull tag this year, and so on. We wished him good luck, and he went on his merry way.
The next evening, I'm trundling back to camp from an uneventful afternoon hunt, and the mnr pulls me over. And who climbs out of the truck? Our new hunter friend from the night before. Except today, he's wearing a vest and sidearm... And a stern expression.
"So... You guys fill that bull tag of yours yet?" I asked as he approached.
Suddenly realizing who I was, his stern expression broke and he sheepishly replied "uh... No actually... They've uh, got me working this week..."
"So I see."
So we did the usual check the tags, guns, alchohal, and attractants. But as I handed him my hunting license, I realized I still had a stupid "Zombie hunting" validation tag attached to it that I'd done as a joke. He looked at it and frowned, scratched at it, "is this a joke"?
"Um... Yep"
He BURSTS out in laughter and passes it around to the two other COs with him. They gave it back, wished me luck and sent me on my way.
As I drove back, I couldn't help but think of the hundreds of hunters I've met in the woods before, and how many of them may have been undercover COs. I always hunt by the book, but I still think I'll be more cautious next time I meet a new friend in the woods.
Cheers,
KJ




















































