Hunting Season

We had quite a hunting season out here in my normally quiet corner of the known universe.  During the daylight hours, trucks filled with hunter orange almost constantly prowled our roads.

Almost daily during the rifle season, as I rounded blind hills and blind corners, I came upon trucks at a dead stop in the middle of our country road.  Inside the trucks were folks scanning the countryside for deer.  My neighbor, Kevin, actually came upon a truck that a hunter virtually abandoned smack in the center of the road, still idling, presumably left there at the initiation of some manner of “game chase.”  Kevin was forced to take the ditch to get around the rig.

Kevin also found a “gut pile” just off the road when he took an alternate route leaving our mix of open prairie and hills with scattered stands of timber.

I found litter on two occasions.

But the most irritating occurrence, by far, was the shooting of several road signs.

Irritating and dangerous.

I have posted photographs of one of the signs.  It may be difficult to make out from the photograph with the entire background, but the road appears in several locations behind the sign.

Nice shooting, right?

— Mitchell Hegman