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Don't shoot-I've only got two legs and no antlers
Did you ever find a site that was so mouthwatering, so promising, so tempting that it was driving you nuts? Did you change plans, buy new stuff, and drive a long way just so you could hunt a particular site? Well, I did, and it's becoming a real pain in my butt.
I did my research and subsequently received permission to hunt a particular piece of property. It's in west central Florida where there were numerous Civil War battles. The elderly woman that lives on the property is at least second, possibly third, generation. There are a couple of old homesteads on the island, nothing left but a few above ground remnants. The houses were used by slaves at one time, or so the story goes.
She, and her family members, had previously found some above ground Civil War relics to include canon balls, buckles, and buttons over the years. They have never used a metal detector on the property.
I finally arrive fully equipped and ready for a long day of digging, with expectations of some really neat relics. I'm new to dirt digging having been a dedicated surf and underwater hunter for the last 5 years or so. This should prove to be a wonderful experience.
~KABOOM~ A shot rings out, it was close... were they shooting at me? The echo in the woods fades away as I stand frozen in my tracks. I'm trying to figure out where the shot came from, which direction. I'm pretty sure it was ahead of me to my right, maybe slightly left ~KABOOM~ Now I'm kneeling and keeping lower than after the first shot. Frozen.
It was most definitely in front of me. There is supposed to be no one else on the island, it's private property, but then again, its also hunting season in the back woods of Florida. This is the time of the year when even the most unbalanced individual is allowed to carry a high-power rifle into the woods and sneak about like a thief after midnight wearing camouflaged clothing. No IQ test necessary, just Wal-Mart with a credit card and you too can trespass away and go a killin.
Do I go confront the trespasser? Hummm... I would be taking a digging shovel to a gun fight, not too bright. Yep, hunting season has started, and in this neck of the woods, fences only provide a little extra exercise. Backing away slowly I extract myself from the small clearing and seek the safety of my truck several hundred yards distant.
Another day perhaps... I'll try to make it home with the same number of holes in me that I arrived with.
Did you ever find a site that was so mouthwatering, so promising, so tempting that it was driving you nuts? Did you change plans, buy new stuff, and drive a long way just so you could hunt a particular site? Well, I did, and it's becoming a real pain in my butt.
I did my research and subsequently received permission to hunt a particular piece of property. It's in west central Florida where there were numerous Civil War battles. The elderly woman that lives on the property is at least second, possibly third, generation. There are a couple of old homesteads on the island, nothing left but a few above ground remnants. The houses were used by slaves at one time, or so the story goes.
She, and her family members, had previously found some above ground Civil War relics to include canon balls, buckles, and buttons over the years. They have never used a metal detector on the property.
I finally arrive fully equipped and ready for a long day of digging, with expectations of some really neat relics. I'm new to dirt digging having been a dedicated surf and underwater hunter for the last 5 years or so. This should prove to be a wonderful experience.
~KABOOM~ A shot rings out, it was close... were they shooting at me? The echo in the woods fades away as I stand frozen in my tracks. I'm trying to figure out where the shot came from, which direction. I'm pretty sure it was ahead of me to my right, maybe slightly left ~KABOOM~ Now I'm kneeling and keeping lower than after the first shot. Frozen.
It was most definitely in front of me. There is supposed to be no one else on the island, it's private property, but then again, its also hunting season in the back woods of Florida. This is the time of the year when even the most unbalanced individual is allowed to carry a high-power rifle into the woods and sneak about like a thief after midnight wearing camouflaged clothing. No IQ test necessary, just Wal-Mart with a credit card and you too can trespass away and go a killin.
Do I go confront the trespasser? Hummm... I would be taking a digging shovel to a gun fight, not too bright. Yep, hunting season has started, and in this neck of the woods, fences only provide a little extra exercise. Backing away slowly I extract myself from the small clearing and seek the safety of my truck several hundred yards distant.
Another day perhaps... I'll try to make it home with the same number of holes in me that I arrived with.
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