The Murky Waters of People

Remember this: Rip the bandage off and watch it bleed.

Saturday I went to an equestrian event to enjoy the classes and take some photographs. For a week, I have been on the razor’s edge due to something that happened to me there.

I decided to give someone I saw on the internet the benefit of the doubt in the way of friendship. I was actually happily texting the person while at the horse show. He didn’t know this was going on. The judge of the horse show was exhibiting an Olympic form of extreme flirting with me. I thought he was joking because it was broad daylight and at a public venue. I am not a blonde bombshell either. I had never met this man before in my life. He turned and told me what he was going to do to me when people momentarily walked off. I was stunned really at his behavior. Finally, when there was a break in the show. I was messing with my camera’s dial. It wouldn’t set on the right setting, flipping back and forth between things. The horse judge walked around the table and grabbed me. He was trying to kiss me. I pulled my camera away and asked him, “What are you doing? You are in my space. Do not touch me.” He moves off and his friend comes back, who must have been watching him and he sat down. The friend said, “You need to leave that woman alone.” I told the friend, “That is okay. I am going home. I have had enough.” The Judge-acting-badly tries to slip me his cell phone number before I leave. I strolled off and haven’t given that cell number a second thought. I couldn’t go to a horse show without being subjected to unwanted advances. I have been on a PTSD trip for a week now. It is best for me not to talk to people especially men.

Before I left, the judge turns to me and say, “I will find you. You won’t get away from me.”

To which I replied, “I can shoot a gun, gut and skin a deer and castrate a pig.”  

He asks me, “Why did you have to bring that up?” He even made up an impromptu storyline to his friend. I was going home to someone because he could see the bruises on my arms.

Up to this point, I have had men approach me in amorous ways while trying to man-handle me in one way or another, unprovoked. Point in case; I was just standing by a rail taking pictures of horses.

I went home and told my son what the man had done.

What does this have to do with hunting?

Over the weekend I had a discussion with a survivor of child molestation. The topic was protecting a molester by being silent about what they have done or some emotional upset or anxiety brought on by unwanted behavior on the part of the molester.

Of course, let us give the benefit to the doubt of someone who has become associated with someone they don’t know who can ruin then because they are not privy to the other person’s shenanigans. This maybe the case, but after all I have seen, people knew and turned a blind eye to it; or helped with it.

This is going to be a short story. I friended Traditional Mozambique Safaris page run by Simon Leach because I wanted only to hunt. Over time the page seemed shady, finally unfriended and blocked TMS.

The page run by Rino Hals broke from the pack and sent me a friend’s request. The page sometimes is advertised as Gangeni Safaris. I knew that something wasn’t right. Whoever it was could speak perfect English and when it changed hands the other one didn’t know how to speak English well.  This was the page that really started the shit storm.

At the time these people had egos the size of houses and thought they could get away with anything. First I picked a random person, talk to her. Then sent an e-mail to Rino Hal’s g-mail account confronting whoever it was with what I was told. Whoever was replying said they were going to give it to Salome de Villiers. Somewhere in that conversation someone said to me, “why can’t I stop talking to you?” (This person was probably the one that should have stopped all that mess if they wanted to talk to me so bad). At this point, they knew, I knew, and there was no need for me to exert myself further. I just dropped it but on occasion did a perimeter walk on Facebook to make sure it was over.

Not so….

It got so bad at one point I went to the original Meateater page and asked them to delete all my comments because I had a tail on me at all times. I copied what I commented there and posted it in my private Facebook account so I could re-read and one of the group squatted on me and followed me. They would always make fake profiles. I would watch the names change on my block list and then eventually the perp would delete the fake account and start over with a new one.

A profile named Jason Leach was tailing me one of my fishing pages.

There was this one profile sending a request of a screen shot from a shaded PC with a blonde chick I later found out was Chantal Schultz (Bester). The name wasn’t the same. It was some weird name like Leiuwke Gabbabangazar or something like that. I placed her picture because she likes to brag to Radu. Later the profile picture changes to an old man on a beach.

I was doing re-con to make sure no one was bothering me. I found this page by Christine Blackwell? Someone there was having a conversation with Radu Von Goldinger’s personal Facebook page about the men on the Hunting page targeting women. He knew, and wanted to do damage control to save his Hunting page. It was a little Bill Cosby moment. The person at Blackwell’s reported numerous people reporting on Radu and his associates. The way they would rebuff this story was to say the woman was stalking them and wouldn’t leave them alone. These guys had gotten into so many online forays with strangers against hunting and hunters who were trying to get to the top of the heap that it could have been anyone.

All these pictures and text messages of Simon Leach were everywhere. My mouth hit the floor. Whoever these two people were talking seemed to know each other. One of my friends spoke to a person there and was told personal stuff about people they were after. Somewhere in that conversation I got a name of who they had pissed off. I realized then who the profile holder could be. This person was squealing like a stuck pig about Radu’s private lives (I think at that time he had broken up with a girlfriend or something to exhibit what the person was reporting) but at the same time I felt like the Blackwell page was impersonating to seem like someone else. At that time, I had issue with Rino Hals in private. Whoever Christine Blackwell is, was not me. I think the page is gone now.

Another example, I was around Rachel Carrie when she had her moles surgically removed off her face. She blocked me over a comment about writing or something. I sent Radu or whoever at his e-mail telling him I was just trying to help her. I wished her luck. Later realized she does knock-off work from other people’s writings because the original owned by someone else is probably way better. All you have to do is look at what she writes and how she words it to see it is copied from another personality and not her own.

When they plan on robbing from the poor to cater to the rich, they block your account, remove it far from what would be your sight so you’ll never see it, or treat you like dried crackers under their feet. Then again….you eventually see it and you know… I have read better writers in Field & Stream.

This is my theory: one hunter would squat a private page of an interesting hunter, steal whatever idea was there useful to the main page and consistently clone content but not exactly. If you were a threat, they would try to find something on you to discredit you. If they couldn’t find anything they would make up shit. I have nothing therefore have nothing to lose. That is a dangerous beast.

One ballsy guy told me after I rebuffed his advances, because he had a wife, said to me, “I have friends in Scotland Yard.”

I told him, “I have a couple of speeding tickets.”

I asked myself….what went wrong? No one is going to admit anything because that would make them look like assholes.

One profile named Eddie London liked to post puppy photos. When that one didn’t get what he wanted, he posted, “eventually bitch I will fuck you. It is inevitable.” I dumped that one too. It disappeared.

There is another personality slinking around out there. This is the one that likes to hurt and spite. Their calling card is, “did you expect things to be fair.” A picture of a lion shows up. This one I nicknamed the Prince of Darkness. I would bet this one is from another country because he/she seems to have a lack of respect for life in general. This could be a woman because women are catty that way too.

This has had a negative effect on my life. All I see is the twisted faces of men grabbing and pulling at me, eyes filled with a dead blank stare. These men have nothing good in store for you.

I can’t imagine what an honorable man looks like. I find it hard to be friends with anyone because of what is their ulterior motive. People in general, who cause their problems, then want another person to bear the weight of the consequences.

I go back to the aforementioned of why was it so important to bother me when all I wanted to do was hunt?

Since 2010, I haven’t been bothering people. I wrote a blog. The only profile I made was one that I used because I didn’t think it important to have strangers all in my personal life. I had several people on that page but I never bothered any of them.

I chalking this down to someone else making an enemy but they are training on me as the culprit when it is not me. People have had all the opportunity in the world to clear up said shit but will not do it because they like to hurt people or try to.

Strangers constantly come to me with the story of “me and my friends” to which I am not sure what they refer to. If they have something to accuse me of, needs to bring that information to me and challenge me with it. That is when they find out it wasn’t me. That is going to make them look like even bigger assholes.

In truth on reflection, I would not realize an honorable man if he stood in from of me because all it’s ever been is people with rapist like mentalities. I have had people try to assault me in my own home under the guise of a lie, hid in my yard at 4 am in the morning caught against a tree by the dog with a 2x4 in their hands, stop me in the middle of the road, and impersonate me trying to be me. If they can’t have you, the shady individual will try to become you. They want you to know they are doing it too. The final slight would be to kill you and replace you out right.

I recognize I have a problem,to which I was getting help for; distrust in people and their motives. I have been lied to all my life by people in real life and online. I have had people try to force said things upon me to which I will no longer tolerate. 
I am the animal that will bite the shit out of you if I feel like you intend me harm. That makes me an undesirable…and I am okay with that. 
The best thing to do is leave people alone, don’t pursue people to pick a fight, and if someone comments and it is not directed at you, leave them alone. Maybe that person is going through something you can’t understand. If you want to be famous for being an asshole, go right ahead. When it blows up in your face because you can't leave it alone, don't say I didn't warn you.

Right now, I am at the mentality of Ethan Chandler when he is talking to Vanessa Ives, “Fuck’em”.

The guy I tried to be friends with, this is the second failed attempt because of other peoples bullshit. To him, I must apologize.

Written by: W Harley Bloodworth