There
is a MNR Reporting Station at KM 65 on the way into Whati/Gameti/Wekweeti/Colomac, just after Marion and Rat lakes...
This is nothing new.
Every year there is a story in News North or a local paper, about someone finding a pile of half butchered caribou (usually) left to rot.
I've seen a lot of BS in my years up here, and they'll only stop finding the wasted animals when
there are none left to waste.
Sad, but true.
PS. When you have a group of people who have NO regulation whatsoever when it comes to 'hunting'...what do you think is going to happen? Racist? Perhaps a little, but I've seen what the lack of rules does...oh the stories I could tell...
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Hey Tim,
I have stopped at that station 2 times in the last 2 years, and being honest not racist, both times, the "affirmative action" watchdog was 1) in 2007- stoned to high heaven. I pulled up, and waited for him to come out. No sign of anyone. I blew my horn several times. Then got out and knocked on the door. I looked in the window, and the guy was sound asleep at 3pm. I opened the door and the smell of pot would have knocked up a nun. It was funny that after I shook him for about 2 minutes he slowly woke up and said "what do you want???". Then he got up and took the hash pipe off the table and the baggie of weed and stuffed it in his pocket. I had my buddy with me, and we just laughed at the situation and walked away, got in the truck and left.
2008) - pulled up to same shack. Waited about 2 minutes and had that "oh no, not again feeling. As I was getting out of the truck, the door opens and the new guy fell out the door into the snow. I just stood there saying to myself WTF??? He got up again and fell again . I got back in the truck, and he comes over to the passenger side. Hanging off the side view mirror,
STINKING of booze, with his little clip board, I never actually made out anything he said to me or my buddy. He kept asking the same things over and over, and before he was done, he dropped his clipboard and pen. After he picked it up, he was leaning on the mirror and
BROKE OFF MY PASSENGER SIDE MIRROR and fell down again. I just said to him "Get fukked buddy" and drove off. Ridiculous.
2009) drove by that shack 4 times over a 4 week period from late december to late january. No one home, not a soul around, didn't look lived in at all. No one to report to. THANK GOD
With guys like that watching our wildlife stocks, no wonder we are in the shape we're in. I reported them each time, and as usual .....obviously lots got done about it.