So I make the extra effort to get exclusive private land permission to take my daughter out for her first time deer hunting. Landowner is the father of guys I grew up with, nice guy, everyone thinks he's a little nutty. More than happy to give us permission, told us exactly where to go and said no one's hunted the land in the past 10 years.
We get there all set up at 5am and about 6:15 this guy comes walking in about as graceful as a rhino and sit down about 75 yds away. Being new to the sport myself, not real sure what to do, but after seeing a couple of white tail flashes out of range I decide to go see this guy. I ask him if he's lost because as far as I know my daughter and I are the only ones with permission to be there.
He says he has written from so and so and has been hunting here for 7 or 8 years. I pull out my map and say see that tree over there? That's this tree here on the map which puts us here which is on George's property that we have written for. He says so and so called the electrician and the sheep farmers wife and they said it's ok. I said well the electrician is Randy and the sheep farmer is George. and so and so's land is 3 property lines away.
So he gives me a song and dance about being out there for the sport blah blah and do I have a problem with him being there. I say well it's not my land but I'm trying to give my girl the best experience I can and we will be back next Thursday Friday and Saturday an we will be sitting right THERE. Now the whole time we're talking he was visibly shaking and stuttering...and he was about in his late sixties so we just packed up and left. I tried to be nice and cordial to the guy... did get his name... left on friendly terms.
Told the story to George the landowner later in the day and asked what he'd like me to tell this guy if I see him again.. he told be to ask him if he was bulletproof. He was not kidding! So I tell my girl I guess that's hunting in Connecticut and the old timers were around before all the rules etc..
But ya know...***?
We get there all set up at 5am and about 6:15 this guy comes walking in about as graceful as a rhino and sit down about 75 yds away. Being new to the sport myself, not real sure what to do, but after seeing a couple of white tail flashes out of range I decide to go see this guy. I ask him if he's lost because as far as I know my daughter and I are the only ones with permission to be there.
He says he has written from so and so and has been hunting here for 7 or 8 years. I pull out my map and say see that tree over there? That's this tree here on the map which puts us here which is on George's property that we have written for. He says so and so called the electrician and the sheep farmers wife and they said it's ok. I said well the electrician is Randy and the sheep farmer is George. and so and so's land is 3 property lines away.
So he gives me a song and dance about being out there for the sport blah blah and do I have a problem with him being there. I say well it's not my land but I'm trying to give my girl the best experience I can and we will be back next Thursday Friday and Saturday an we will be sitting right THERE. Now the whole time we're talking he was visibly shaking and stuttering...and he was about in his late sixties so we just packed up and left. I tried to be nice and cordial to the guy... did get his name... left on friendly terms.
Told the story to George the landowner later in the day and asked what he'd like me to tell this guy if I see him again.. he told be to ask him if he was bulletproof. He was not kidding! So I tell my girl I guess that's hunting in Connecticut and the old timers were around before all the rules etc..
But ya know...***?