10 Moose Shot!

Sounds near Pagosa.
Agreed.
Wm Blake wrote "All attempt at foolproofing are folly,as the genious of the fool is infinite"

My point was "I'm sorry,I didn't know" does not cut it,nor for the folks tresspassing on the Ute reservation.

A harsh outcome seems appropriate.

I grew up with"Not only do they write you up,they seize your firearms,vehicles,boats,planes,and any other property ....."
Inspires a fellow to pay attention
 
Sounds near Pagosa.
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YUP--you nailed it. I get my firewood up Devil Mt road north of chimney rock. wanna take a guess how many 'imported' campsites were there and how big a pile of trash was left bagged at the turn-off from the 2nd season groups up there that they believe is someone else responsibility to haul off for them?

No offense to those from the states which I won't mention outside of Colorado (if those who come here were more like a lot of our members here, there wouldn't be much to say on this topic), but a huge portion of the local population would love to close the borders to out-of-state hunting if it were possible (would never happen because of the all-mighty dollar that fills state DOW coffers)--if there is any question why, you can come take a drive with me. 20 minutes ought to clear things up pretty well.
 
I don't think it's an out-of-state thing so much as it is a city-folks thing. Or a non-outdoorsman thing. Add to ignorance an "I don't give a (bleep)" thing.

On my only trip through Yellowstone I saw my first moose. I instantly knew what it was. Hey, I'd seen beaucoup pictures in outdoor magazines. Pretty much the same thing for elk: I'd seen pictures. Danged sure don't look like deer. Or meese. But I grew up reading about critters I might not ever see.

Back up fifty years or more for a Field & Stream story: A farmer in Maine finished plowing with a mule. He let his two kids ride the mule back to the barn. On the way a "hunter" shot and killed the mule. When asked just what and where were the horns, this Nimrod pointed to the hames of the collar. And there hadn't been a moose in that part of Maine for the best part of fifty years.

The problem is not at all new, and it darned sure won't go away.

Here in the desert with all the city tourists who don't have a clue about what they're seeing or even staying alive, I'm regularly reminded of the joke about the gal who guesses how many sheep are in a flock, and the herder lets her pick one to take home. As she's getting ready to leave, he asks, "Lady, if I tell you what color your hair used to be, can I have my dog back?"
 
Art, you're probably pretty accurate--I take it for granted at times that I grew up in and have spent most of my life in the country. I that sense, I do get REALLY possessive and protective of it. But, that being said, I'm still not budging from my views of being sick and tired of the idiots. Seems there are several kinds of people: Country Folk, City Folk, Country Folk displaced in the City (and make it back when they can), And City Folk that are out to take over the Country. The last category are what I see most of. They come to claim their piece of the "wild" and don't care who they step on or offend in the process.
 
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