Unknown Culprit and their Cotton Balls of Yuck

Remember this: Pay attention to everything. Don't touch that tainted cotton ball. It could be covered with something you don't want.

I ran amuck on a Wildlife Managed area for a couple of hours. I was bored. I asked the dog did she want to go for a ride. We clamored up in the vehicle and mozied on down to the river. After seeing many a thing, I drove home while the dog slept. Figures...

I decided to cut the grass in the woods. I care for this small acreage, which has turned into a rather nice habitat. It has a water source and lots of plants. There is millet and other plants there for the wild birds, quail, and deer. I clean the paths and make soft edges. I provide bird houses in the form of gourds, sugar boards, and whatever else I can put out. Sometimes, I see this one turkey that skulks around on his stomach like Count Turkula. That is the only turkey I have ever seen that will stalk the person instead of you stalking him.

I will say, I was ecstatic that I observed some bobwhite quail tooling around down there. Big win because you don't see them often.

On my way down to the woods, I was looking at the high grass on the edge of the horse pasture (see above photo), which is now filled with drying corn stalks. I looked over and saw some cotton balls pinned to the grass. I thought, “What is this now? It is not even September. Someone is already doing naughty stuff.” Looked like a case of trespassing and questionable behavior.

I called my dad. He didn't know anything about it. I broke one off without touching the pen. It looked like someone put something yellow on it, even though it was out in rain. There was no smell either. I have no idea how long it has been there. From the stain, maybe a week. It kind of grossed me out that it might be human body fluids, but I hoped it was something else.

I guess someone is either baiting deer to come to that corner of the fence now, or it is something to run them off. Everything is dry as a bone. There is no gardens in the area. There is soybeans, but the deer can walk out from anywhere to eat them. I can't imagine why Unknown Culprit would be putting cotton balls in my dad's field. The neighbor was watching me. I proceeded to cut the grass.

Last deer season, I did not hunt. I watched everyone else to see what was going on. I know what the culprits are doing. I am going to have to walk around looking for cotton balls or tampons around this property that has been laced with God knows what.

Now that I have clothes pins, I should have them fingerprinted.

People are just spiteful and bored these days. Go cook some bacon, Man, if you want to make bad-good choices. Watch Days of Our Lives if you want drama. 

Here I am working on a habitat for things to live in and some evil person is trying to undermine my endeavor. I shake my head at this. When I consider the world at large these days, I am not surprised. 

It is July and August will be next month. Now would be a good time to do deer stand maintenance. You might would also start looking around to see if someone is doing things on your property they shouldn't. If someone is baiting deer in July, they have a serious problem. Where is the game warden when you need one.

I guess it is time someone goes to jail....can't say I didn't warn them.

Written by: Angelia Y Larrimore, Grossed Out by Yucky Cotton Balls.

The Wisdom of Baby Cougars

Remember this: You never know when you will come across a thing at a distance, then that thing appears on your doorstep.

 

I was three years out of high school and attending the local university when one day I saw something on my drive home. There was a fireworks store the owner wanted to develop into a roadside zoo. I never stopped to view or inquire because the owner of the store had a bad reputation and in constant trouble with the law.

I looked over and saw a cougar with a logging chain attached to its neck, wrapped in a water hose spewing water. I thought to myself that scene looked very out-of-place and wrong. I wondered why the store owner was even allowed to have a roadside attraction less than fifty feet from a major highway with nothing more than a dog kennel fence and a chain holding it in. I cringed and moved along.

I don’t remember if I called someone because it was so long ago. Later, I would learn through the ever-active community grapevine that one of the tigers had escaped. It was hunted down and shot. I highlight community grapevine here but several people seemed to be aware of this right before the store owner and his son were charged with drug sales and trafficking.

Several weeks later a blonde man with curly hair came to our house. I thought he looked like some kind of Greek demi-god. I don’t remember his name. In tow, he brought baby cougars in the house. I was called into the kitchen and across the floor walked these three baby cougars. I asked how he came to have possession of these baby cougars.

The store owners were on the cusp of being busted and gave them away to whoever would take them. I can’t remember if this was one of those moments where the cubs were passed on to someone who was administering temporary care until a more suitable arrangement could be found. I don’t think this was the case. The man wanted to pass them on to my family but my parents were against this. The cubs were orphaned, removed from the wild at the onset of life, and as they grew bigger the financial care and maintenance would increase. The anxiety of potential escape and the responsibility of someone getting hurt loomed on the horizon.

These babies deserved to be put into a rehabilitation and release center. The only wild they knew was the concrete back lot of a fireworks store.

Years later, I asked my parents did they know what became of the cubs. Two of the cubs died from distemper. The third the man kept and named it Baby. I was told when the cub was big enough to be a threat to his toddlers he drove to North Carolina and released it in the late 90s. I do not know if someone shot the animal, it moved on to another state, or if it died through disease or misadventure. I was a teenager, what did I know?

I look back on this as one of those moments when the universe opens up and things land in your lap. I find it interesting one of the cubs crawled in my lap, put its paw on my chest then tapped me on my cheek. I knew these were wild animals and not pets. No matter what, all babies are beautiful unless you have no heart at all. This is the case with some people. There are hunters who chose to hunt these animals and kill them as part of their tick list. I am not one of those people and hope never to be one. I don’t fault hunters who do but this is not part of my ethos.

This is one of those times where I will write something and show you a picture to the truth of it. There are probably people with better stories but I tried to see what this could be applied to.

The tragedy of this story was the mother coming into the possession of drug dealers and the subsequent birth of her babies, whom were given away like hand-me-down clothes.

Here you had intentionally orphaned cubs taken from their mother, cheated of a natural life in the wild, shuttled back and forth unvaccinated to different people’s homes, and no guarantee to the outcome of their lives. Only one made it to adulthood, unceremoniously released, and then found itself back at the same moment of having a life in question to the outcome. All the decisions made by people determined the outcome of this cub that was at the mercy of the decision-makers.

I thought of how this applied in my life. I will say now the reason for my relating this tale of woe is in the hopes that if a parent is reading this and your child becomes compromised do not be afraid to rectify a wrong done against your child or relative. They may have to live with a physical wound and scar the rest of their life. People deserve their dignity, self-respect, and the positive outlook that people will do right by them and not wrong them at every turn. Your children look to you for support when they don’t know what to do.

I will also say that if you think I am a loser you are entitled to your opinion but that doesn’t make it true.

As for companies, institutions, or just individuals, if you lead someone into a ditch and they get hurt, man up and do right by the person. Doing wrong by them will only make your issue seem more the blight if you think you are not going to have to come to terms with what you have done.

I was attending the local University paying my way through school when jobs and money would allow. For a long time I didn’t use student loans. To get the aid I had to disclose parts of my life to the financial aid office that was embarrassing to me along with being semi-homeless and having to drop all my classes due to pregnancy. Someone asked me about aborting my baby. I decided that wasn’t prudent for me and became the responsible one. Years later after my child was born I decided I could go back and work toward finishing my hours for my Biology degree.

This is the story people like to hear; single mother overcomes odds and gets a degree while single-handedly supporting the child or children because somehow she is superhuman and has special powers that other people can’t tap. The whole time she is drinking from the Kryptonite Sippy cup.

I was taking an ecology class and the requirement by the university was you had to sign a release or you couldn’t take the class. The class was a requirement for your degree so you were coerced into signing to get what you needed.

We went to this place called Forty Acre Rock because there was something special that bloomed near the pools and nowhere else. It could have been Table Rock because we went to different places.

Everything was fine until the professor decided she wanted us to go down this steep incline to see a water fall. Everyone started down the hill dubiously because it recently rained. We headed down the hill and I stepped on this one place that was covered with leaves and moss. I slipped and fell back on my leg. I slide down the incline and slammed into a boulder. The boulder stopped me but I broke my left leg and didn’t know it. I was sitting on my leg in shock and the professor came over and scowled at me. After much discussion over me, the decision was made to take the students on to see this small waterfall. I guess it didn’t occur to her after this that maybe the conditions were conducive to accidents.

I sat there and watched them walk off and leave me. The professor’s husband, the university librarian, a couple of students and another person were standing over me trying to figure out what to do with me. I tried to stand up at their encouragement but almost passed out again to tumble down the mountain. I relayed I couldn’t stand or walk. There was a male African-American student who tried to break a ruler and splint my leg but I had on my mud boots. This didn’t work. The only option I had was to crawl on my hands and knees up this hill. The others walked up ahead as I slowly made my way. When I got to the top of the hill they wanted me to walk to the school van but once again I almost passed out from the pain. Someone went to get the vehicle after I insisted I couldn’t do it. I told them the only way I was going to get to where the van was parked was if I crawled. They were going to make me crawl.

The same guy that tried to splint my leg started to look angry. He stood over me and then looked at the others and said, “You are not going to make her crawl one more inch.” He squatted on the ground like he was in a football line up but lower. He looked at me and said, “I want you to crawl up on my back.”

I told him I would try and once I got my leg still, crawled up on his back. This reminded me of the painting of the Good Samaritan. He carried me to the van and put me inside. I waited forty-five minutes to an hour for the professor and class to return. Once we were on the way, I wasn’t paying attention because I knew my leg was broken. The Professor spoke up after we were ten minutes past a hospital and asked me did I want them to turn around to go to the emergency room. I rolled my eyes because they weren’t going to stop and wait for me to sit in an emergency room for a cast application. I was eventually given a phone to call my parents who picked me up four hours or so later at the university.

What came next was not to be believed. I was stuck with the emergency room bill. The professor filed an accident form. I was almost fired from my job because I broke my leg outside of work during classes. I was ejected by the university and immediately barred from classes. This was after I was assured by the main office the institution would delay my last tuition installment because the accident impeded my ability to work my job.

I remember walking out of the Biology building on crutches, crying and completely devastated and betrayed. Here strangers were making the decisions affecting my life and I was at their dismissive mercy like a small wayward child.

The professor had a moment of conscience because she went and paid the money out her pocket to have me reinstated. I felt compelled to pay her back because everyone made me feel like it was my fault. My father was furious and after that did not pay another dime on my university fees. He saw this as a sign of weakness. I didn’t know what to do.  

The students in the class were telling me to quit and go home. One student went so far as to tell the professor I was a burden and getting a grade without doing any work because of my broken leg. It was humiliating. I said screw it and kept going. I even walked my crutches down into a swamp. The professor even encouraged that. I began to think the woman didn’t have common sense and developed this rank distrust of teachers and their lack of common sense regardless of degrees. I felt like if I didn’t go I would fail and the money to pay for the class would be wasted. I would be further behind on my hours and no closer to my degree. The rest of the ecology class I wished I were elsewhere.

I wanted to do the right thing but the right thing wasn’t done by me. I guess I should have sued them. I now walk with a limp on my left leg that will always remind me of the crawling, the begging, and the mistreatment. It will always remind me of the bad in a group of people but the redemption in one student of African-American descent. I saw him years later and thank him again.

I went back to school several times but I was resentful of the memory. I tried to overcome it. Several months ago, I called Francis Marion University and asked the head of the Biology department if she could waive the one class that I took and failed that was required. I failed that one class and I can own it too. I explained my situation. She said she would get back to me. A month or so later I called again. She said I could take it elsewhere. I told her I had no more money. She wasn’t very helpful.

I called the main office and told them the situation. The worker there told me I could not take the class elsewhere. I had to take it at FMU and she was misinforming me. I was irate to say the least. Once again, here I was at the mercy of strangers that could care less if they helped me and the only thing standing between me and my degree was one class. I couldn’t think of a worse punishment.

I thought back on the attitude of the professors. The attitude coming down the pipe was this: We are here to take your money and fail you. We are not in the business of giving students value for their money and education or above taking financial aid funds while giving you the worse learning experience in your life.

Here I realized the student is paying the university and enabling professors and administration to have a regular paycheck, yet the student is held in contempt and being mistreated. In varying degrees the students going to universities are being victimized by the institutions through false promises. First class educations are traded for inadequate teaching practices of professors and maltreatment by administration.

After students pour money into these institutions, you are treated like garbage that is set down by the curb for someone else to pick up. I call to mind the Chair on the Graham Norton Show.

When you read this you have to start coming to the realization this might be the reason we still refer to some countries as Third World toilets or developing countries. This might be why we have people cracked out on student loans with no degrees, working menial jobs or digging through the trash for a meal. Maybe this is why the smartest or the most savvy at cheating or cutting corners end up as soulless doctors doling out prescription meds to support pharmacies and getting kickbacks on those prescriptions; all while doing baseless diagnosis and sue-worthy malpractice cases. Maybe the attitude and practices of administration and professors in Higher Learning is hindering those people that could be on the cusp of discovering things that can make life on Earth more livable and sustainable. We as a planet are being screw out of the genius potential.

My bigger question is when did it become a real thing that a second rate professor, that can’t get employed at a major laboratory, get stuck at a university then decide one of his students isn’t worthy of a bright idea or discovery based on outdated tests from more than ten years ago?  My second question to that is what university puts its professors up to telling students, after they have foot more than $6000 in tuition while living off campus that they will be failed intentionally without providing a learning environment towards degree? If a professor doesn’t like teaching the students and finding achievement in watching students succeed through professor mentorship, maybe that professor needs to find another job.

The more I look at things the more I see this ever throbbing vein of people keeping silent at maltreatment for the greater good of their dreams, and the hope no one will punish or blackball then for raging against the wrongs put upon them. You are just being taken advantage of at your expense and on the government dime.

This is what I learned from the wisdom of baby cougars. You are one among many that is born into this world with no promises; not all make it. Some are harder to kill than others such as myself. The one that does survive and thrive has a limited time on this Earth. Tragedy can strike at the beginning, middle, or end of your life. If this occurs don’t cry about it. It is bound to happen. No one is spared this trauma. Along the way you might come across a person(s) who makes decisions that affect your life negatively or positively. Your dreams will be dismissed, blocked, or mangled yet you will and can go on without such a thing. Then again all your dreams and goals can be realized while others around you fall like burning angels from the sky. You might not like it but you will move forward hopefully with the positive energy inside of you. You will cry, hate, resent, and finally come to terms with things much like one does after a death. Grief will come and go but finally fade away. A path is a path, be it mineral, animal, or human. I am a firm believer in people getting their come-uppance when they mistreat people. You will be around to see this, if not, hopefully somewhere nice. No matter what, you believe there is something else around the corner even if there is not. You have to believe life will change even if you are still stuck in the same rut you were pushed or jumped into. Believe in the idea that someone will look down at you and say, “You will not crawl one more minute”, because there are people out there capable of this. It does happen. Not everyone wants to intentionally make you fail. Eventually you will have nothing to lose and they can take nothing from you because everything is already gone. This is when you reach the Devil’s Crossroads and fear no Death.

 

Written by: W Harley Bloodworth

 ~Courtesy of the AOFH~

Identity

Remember this: Your identity is who you innately are. An activity is something you perform, or take part in.

As of today, I have not purchased my hunting license. The weather has been wet with a barrage of red bugs and mosquitoes. I have not seen deer or heard gunshots. There is just this uneasy feeling within me akin to something missing. My way of dealing with these emotions are to revert to nonchalance and caring less. I was in a pickle.

Is it my aversion to not wanting another bad experience? Who doesn't?

I wished I could purge what truly plagues me right now, but this wouldn't be a prudent thing. It is just the offending thorn in my paw and a problem I wish would finally resolve itself.

Lately, I have seen posts where several people reported their hunting was hindered for various reasons. When I examined people who were not experiencing this issue, there was an undertone concept underlining the attitude. I reflected on myself and other hunters.

What people identify with in terms of the self was a mystery I was toying with when it comes to hunters. Identity seems to be a mysterious woman that comes and goes with no clues left behind. Only a glass with lipstick or a photo of a woman with shades. Who or what is it? Why can it seemingly disappear, then when the truth illuminates it, a clearer image emerges with even more complicated or simplistic definitions. Mirrors are not even able to distinguish between the truth and the image. The truth lurks down in the recesses of the mind. A card catalog of life events, with meanings, distortions, revelations, and lies. Illusions dress it up and enshroud it in half-truths until the glass breaks and then an ooze drips from the fractures to reveal a hostage of expectation.

Whether it is a truth of yours or not, you will see proclamations from other hunters that hunting is their life's blood. For some, it is their secondary religion. I believe in good gourmet chocolate, heathen that I am. Others prostrate to their followers it is their passion or soul's glue; without it they are nothing. This is done to the disregard of other people whom are just as passionate, if not more so. Followers flock to these types, I would think, because of the shared ideal of complete submersion in an activity's elevation to something more than it is. These followers mimic the patterns of the person they are enamored with and will protect and fight for the stranger with a shared ideal of hunting.

The practice of emulating other hunters that are elevated by social media, endeavors, television, and writings is not a bad thing, as long as it doesn't harm the person's psyche. Hunters of the world can vary in their personal identities. Followers can mimic the object of their affection or idolatry. When you begin to take on another person's identity as your own, when it is not you, should be given great reflection, experimentation in your personal likes and dislikes, and branching out on your own without the influence of a stranger you do not know. Illusions are conjured all the time by less than experienced magicians.

I started examining one of my truths of identity. A truth is something that is a fact and part of your reality even if other people do not like it. It is not for others to like it but to acknowledge your truth.

In 2007, I lost everything maintained by the material world. Like a slow growing moss, I didn't realize how these problems bled into my non-material realm. A series of events after one prayer, ended in more disaster than one could ask for. I was a job title without a name, working for a greatly flawed pillar of the community. I was killing myself at a hard labor job to support my child with no public assistance, child support, or significant other. This didn't make me better or worse than anyone else because all people have their sufferings. It just is what it is. You have to cope because functioning is not an outlet. I do the work and reflect more on my inner self. I forgot myself instead of lost myself. Being so busy ,you pass yourself. Passing yourself is not a good thing.

There are also people that will attempt to turn you into a good little soldier for their benefit. You come out looking like a pod person from the planet Mars that repeats the same thing ad nauseum. Take me to your leader; take me to your leader.

Long periods of extreme, even pressure will do odd things to a human mind. Consider Elk. Creatures do strange and almost epic things under pressure thereby astonishing people when their truth is discovered or spoken.

Here I will interject, it is not the fact that you can't be a single parent with a child and not support yourself. It is the grueling, non-supported wear it takes on your energy and psyche when you realize that there is nothing and no one to help you. If you can't stay afloat, there are some that will lend you a hand and some willing to step on your fingers to watch you drown while they laugh. Others believe it is a warranted punishment for some sin you must or have commited, when in fact it is the residue of cause and effect.

Everyone needs support, even people you dislike and dislike you. Being spiteful is counterproductive and a waste of effort. My support came in the form of a suggestion by my therapist at the time. She tasked me with trying different things regardless of whether they failed or not. I was to build or construct something representative of an aspect of myself or something I was doing. If I were to hold up a picture of something for the world to see, what would it be? Would they understand it? It didn't matter if the world cared, as long as I did.

Of course, there were people that had no clue to this. They only look at the superficial, while having no intentions of forming any kind of short or long term bond with you. There were times other peoples' behavior almost made me reel against my creation. I would destroy it and start over while  never getting anywhere.  I finally decided to pull the bandage off while ripping away the scab of things. New scabs form. Life is a progression like that.

People displace off onto the nearest or what they consider the strongest person. You've proven yourself able to take it; whatever it is. We look at others as indestructible when they are borderline disasters waiting to happen. What if you have reached your threshold for worldly poisons? A human body and soul does have it's limits. That limit, when reached, has to dissipate of it's own accord. We place things on ourselves and other people that shouldn't be there, especially long term.

Due to this life event, I spent several months in therapy suffering from other long standing problems and identity loss. I loved my work in veterinary medicine so much that I took a hit when I was no longer in that field of employ. I suffered some trauma as well due to an accident not of my making. I look back now and realized I missed the diagnostics, the procedures, the patients, clients, and the distraction most of all. Work saw me through any hurtful problem by distracting me from things I could not control. The quality and quantity of my capabilities were centered around medicine of some sort. I took great pride in my work, how people appreciated that I cared, and my ability to move forward even in an emergency situation. I learned how to cut through the crap and find the real problem. Ergo, the solution at hand.

When my son graduated, I wanted to do something for myself. I wanted to do one hunt and then call it quits because I was limited, which is okay. I was talking to this nice hunt broker and mentioned it to him. He asked me did I have amnesia, which will tell you how under the radar this problem is. Identity loss doesn't indicate you are crazy, you just identified with an inappropriate activity. Veterinary medicine was an activity I took part in. It wasn't who I was. After veterinary medicine left, I was still present. I didn't go away, the work did.

It is the same with hunting. You are no more or less a person when you are not participating directly in the sport. Again, there are hunting participants that yodel how they want to be inclusive, then when pressed you learn they aren't really going to do that.  They can't be caught looking bad either; reputation and all. You find other things to do that will bring you just as much joy. This predicament could also put you on the path of something you can love just as much. Enrichment can come from many different sources. As humans, we need to be viable and active.

It could or could not be hard, when we see other people endeavoring in a sport that we no longer can participate in. A truth here is: if you are lucky then things do not stay the same forever. At some point, the tide will turn for your benefit or against it. Either way, in the long run you will see the wisdom of the thing that blocks you, if you give it a chance.

I then reflected on my non-participation. I could wait it out until it gets cooler to avoid the bugs then see what happens. I could also let other people have their turn at a deer. I could spend sometime not staying in the woods isolating myself and actually speak to other human beings. I could do a lot of things. Once you realize your time is now open to doing something else, you could accomplish all kinds of things. Not hunting, is not the end of the world. It is just a temporary chapter in your life or an avenue to do something just as important.

If you have ever felt you have lost something intangible that you considered a part of yourself, think again. If you see someone that might be having difficulty, in a nice respectful way, offer some help with no pressure. Sometimes they just want to know you actually acknowledge their existence.

Building a new identity should be given great care. Completely stealing another person's will not last because it is not you. It is theirs. Selecting the parts of your identity should be given as much scrutiny as you would if you were buying expensive haute couture.  Resurrecting or building a new identity takes a lot of patience and asking  yourself the questions that hurt you the most then finding answers. Other peoples' suggestions on what they think you are should be taken into consideration, but ultimately you are the decision-maker on your innards and outtards. Be brave but be truthful with yourself.

Do not be discouraged because you are not like everyone else. That is the beauty of it. You are not. Go forth and be different if you want.

As for me, hunting is an activity I take part in. It is not who I am, it is something I do. I can't expect others to agree with this. That is their path. My truth is much deeper than hunting yet hunting helps me to visit that place where it exists. I am quite happy with that.

Explore who you are, could be, and will be. Your life is short but there are many hours in it. Those hours could be spent creating, constructing, and implementing a grand design for yourself that speaks of you to others. Why would you wear the outer shell of someone else?

~Courtesy of the AOFH~

Work With Me

Interested in working with me? First, you should know I am from South Carolina.  It is obvious what kinds of activities I get invovled with. With that being said, I expect your best manners, good taste, and if nothing less than excellence. I don't believe in perfection because that is up to God or the Universe. I hope we can work together in many ways. I believe in honest critiques, which will improve your services and products. You don't have to be a high-profile entity either and if it's made in America; bring it on.  If there is something you would like to suggest that is not on the list please feel free to email me and we’ll discuss options. Just keep in mind it needs to be relevant to my blog. It has to be a good fit for myself, and my readers. I would also be interested in working with non-hunting entities if the products and services were a good fit. Life is faceted.

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Written by: W Harley Bloodworth

~Courtesy of the AOFH~

The Jungle Cat

Remember this: The jungle cat is on the prowl.

In the beginning, there was grass. In the grass crawled a predator with keen senses like a black panther. Stalking its prey near a flowing sea of green, the beast slowly made its way across the grasslands. Thunder echoed from miles away. Danger was at every turn. The horses stared at the simpleton in the grass, wondering why their owner was scurrying so low to the ground and pretending to be a mouse. With every twitch of the doe's ear, the predator knew that it could be discovered. It lowered itself along the dirt like the black snake then moved as silent as the grave to the strike zone. The beast realized the grass was giving her the mad itch. She let out a low growl. Maybe a painful groan, before proceeding. Stretching her body out and moving with silent agility, the black panther finally reached a point to spy the prey. The deer were standing to attention. The tattletale horses had given the beast away. The horses ran away laughing, while the deer stood by the trees pointing at the idiot in the grass. The beast was bested this day and shook her fist, "I shall get you."

I wanted to get some photographs of the deer herds before local hunters mobilized , guns ablazing, for the upcoming deer hunting season. I went about my rounds but the day was humid. I could hear thunder and periwinkle clouds were above the trees. I didn't realize till much later that I had left the only battery to my camera in the house. I went to feed the dog when I stared off near the trees. Out in the field were a small  herd of deer. I didn't have time to go and get the battery. I decided to be a sneak thief and take these photos with my cell phone. If the quality is not that good let us chalk it down to Barney's shakey trigger finger.

I thought I would be slick and just walk out there to them. The wind was blowing away from me. I strolled straight out to the field and hid along side a paint mare. I had her walk towards the deer. The deer seem too enthralled in eating the soybeans. I moved closer. I realized I would not be able to hide behind this horse much longer. I got to the edge of the pasture then dropped down on my stomach.  I wanted to get as close to them, without spooking them, as possible. I crawled on my stomach for what I thought was three or five long minutes.  It could have been eternity. It felt like it. I would stop and look over the soybeans to see if they were still there. I was sweating bullets because it was getting more humid by the minute. The wind began to blow up my back toward the deer. I figured this would compromise me and drift my smell over to them. I laughed about this, snorted and thought, "I smell like roses." I crawled on.  Old horse poop land mines lay at every turn. I chalked this one down to my doctor prescribing exercise and this helped me to the pain medicine hours later. Crawling should be in your exercise regime for hunting. You never know when you have to stop, drop, crawl, or roll. Unfortunately, I can't ever run again. I would have to just sit there and be eaten by a bear; maybe dash salt and pepper on myself for good measure.

I stood up and took some photos, which I was closer than these appear. I chuckled all the way back to the house. I am definitely paying for it now. I thought I would share my shenanigans and give you a laugh because I am tons of fun. I think there might be some leprechauns hiding out in all that green. No one shall find my gold.

Written by: W Harley Bloodworth

~Courtesy of the AOFH~

The Boyfriend.

Remember this: Your comedy is sublime.

Phil Robertson made the saying, "if your boyfriend doesn’t know how to hunt or fish, then you have a girlfriend" popular. This has also become a popular meme on the internet posted by male and female hunters. It seems to be intended for comedy. I take it as comedy and do not get offended at the lack of political correctness.

Depending on how each individual male is raised determines the way in which he turns out or what activities he chooses, unless he goes lone wolf. Some men like to beat each other up with ribbings and insults to encourage their brethren to be as manly as each individual in the group.  This also could have been a form of encouragement to other males.  That would bid the question: is it better to build a façade of manliness or actually be a man?

I wanted to dissect this phrase because of the sublime message hidden in the meaning, if you took it literally.  Sublime messages intrude from every place. Bringing awareness to issues of gender treatment in the outdoor sports should be a consideration as the horizons broaden.

Just as someone could get offended at this phrase, the people that float it around the internet might get upset that I am writing about it because they feel their right to pass such a thing along has been attacked or suppressed. That is not my intent but I am not apologizing for writing about it either. I figured if people could pass this post around, then no one should have a problem when I dissect it. Someone’s sensibilities are being insulted, either way.

The initial point is: the derogatory nature of what being a non-hunting male was defined by in the phrase. If you didn’t hunt or fish then you were a girlfriend. There are a lot of people that know how to hunt and fish but are horrible people, inside and out. I would think that what define a man are virtuous traits like character, honor, humility, the ability to lead or follow for a sensible cause, and acting like a decent human being. Hunting and fishing are activities not characteristics.

The second point is: the derogatory nature of what being a girlfriend is as defined by the phrase. For the male to be considered lacking, it was referred back to the feminine and the inability to do an outdoor activity. Somehow being feminine is a negative aspect of the person. There is something wrong with being female or at least it is sublimely implied.  

Big companies and small business women educate the general public this ideology is incorrect. There is nothing wrong with being a female. There is nothing wrong with being a male. There is something wrong with callous bad behavior when it is broadcast in an intentionally derogatory way. Contrasting this, is the idea female hunters posting this phrase were once girlfriends, singletons, and married women, who do or do not hunt yet were poking fun at a non-hunting male that was lowered to the standard of the perception of what it is to be a female, a girlfriend, or a married mother. You were demoted to a lesser class of citizen because of the lack of participation in an activity. The female hunter equated the male that couldn’t hunt or fish as undesirable. The female hunter didn’t recognize this fallacy while hitting the post to profile option.  Now that is comedic; the blind leading the blind. The humor grows as this phrase is posted over a young girl with a bow who could be someone’s girlfriend, singleton, or wife. Once again, it is the idea that a particular individual is completely separated from the image, its meaning, or the responsibility of promotion. Girlfriend is treated as a sexless word but still degrading even when clearly feminine.

There are people that take part in the mistreatment of other people and promoting messages while separating themselves from the message defining, or being applied to them when in fact it does. Somehow there exists for them immunity.

In retrospection, I thought of myself. I was a female who hunted, fished, and did other things. These were activities, not things that denoted who I was as an individual. If this was the case, maybe I should ask the next man I date whether he wants a boyfriend or a girlfriend. What a pickup line! If he wants a girlfriend, then I shouldn’t bother with him because he clearly wants a boyfriend. I am floating in a sexless void with no identity based on my reproductive organs. I am a boyfriend with female parts. This seems to be more acceptable.

 

Written by: W Harley Bloodworth

~Courtesy of the AOFH~  

Cyber-bullying; A Hunting Task Force.

Remember this: Commend those that look for solutions to problems. Be wary of those that instigate their own problem then act like the victim.

I was reading a post on Google plus. The post stated the U. S. Sportsmen Alliance met on 23 July 2014 to discuss acts of cyber-attacks towards outdoor sports participants by creating a Hunter Advancement Task Force to address these issues. My first thoughtful question: Was this the SWAT of hunting or what? I looked at the list of people. It was a who’s who of important people in the outdoor sports industry; so much for the little man. No money, no opinion. 

I did look for a detailed transcript of these talks to see what exactly was on the menu, as far as meat and taters. Nothing but vagaries. I felt this posting was publicity for the appearance of doing something, when in fact it was a loose interpretation of, what appeared to be, looking for solutions to cyber-bullying against the average hunter, when it fact it is for specialty groups or high profile individuals.

I commend this group for finally admitting a hunter-generated problem existed and needed some address. After reading this, I recognized the common theme penned of shared targeting by animal rights activists or people on the internet that didn’t like seeing dead animal pictures.

This task force group started to read like an initial coalition formed for the self-serving purposes of protecting high profile members and entities such as non-profits and foundations based around outdoor sports that were more important than the rest of us; not the little man. People like me that can’t afford membership fees, with no status or connections, do not seem to be invited to that party. Yet the question loomed. Exactly who is this supposed to benefit again?

I did see the wordage of ‘the average hunter’. The wording was to indicate average hunters are not of importance to animal activists because we are a bunch of little nobodies. It seemed slightly dismissive. The argument for hunting is hunter money makes the world go around. There is a sense of exclusion when certain things don’t serve specific purposes. Am I lead to believe that only television personalities, CEOs, non-profits and other entities are more important than the rest of us because they put themselves on display in the public more often? Is this really a small group of people trying to figure out how to protect their interests as industry elite, while publicizing this information as an attempt toward protecting all hunters? Good question.

The possible issue making birth is a governing body made of industry entities and people, pushing their agenda like lobbyists on capital hill, settling on a course of action for self-serving reason while dictating to excluded portions of outdoorsmen to form policies or procedures without including the average hunter. Then dictating how judgments will be doled out, to whom, why, and what constitutes speaking against hunters.

I see nothing wrong with protecting participants of the outdoor sports. What happens when these exclusive groups turn on the average hunter to squelch any kind of dialogue that goes contrary to their dictated storyline? I have been attacked by hunters before and it does happen. They don’t like what you say because there is some weight to your words that can’t be denied. Instead of taking your suggestion in as pertinent information to be regarded for problem-solving, you are instead referred to as a trouble source that must be ignored, made into a social pariah, or de-characterized within a social group and excluded.

I also thought of the key players in this little canto. I had followed Bachman and Waller on social media for a long time. Neither was my flavor of person but I wanted to keep abreast of folks in the industry. What I gathered from watching them and seeing how they or whoever was posting for each carried themselves was this: Negative actions should bear the weight of bad behavior. Bachman garnered more attention because of its inflammatory nature.

After so many posts, you begin to see people getting on the band wagon of advertising their abuse by anti-hunters. Some probably went as far as to find someone to fight with to make their promotion of this idea valid. There is nothing like bad press. It puts you right in the limelight. Look to Hollywood for examples.

If you are doing things to make your condition worse, how can anyone like that be included in a brightest minds meeting? The root of the problem is behavior. Yes, Bachman and Waller should be included in cleaning up the mess of their own making, as does anyone else. There should also be some degree, on their part, of admitting to antagonizing the situation for the promotion of their television personas. There are also male hunters that act the same way. So this is not strictly a female issue.

There is a growing trend to prostrate women out as shields. Shields are the protective armor from the attack of arrows and slings, etc. The shield takes all the punishment while the person or issue hiding behind it is kept from harm. Eventually the shield is broken, dropped, or tossed aside once the battle is over. If it is a sturdy shield then it may be used again and again until demolished. By pushing women out into the fray is to compound a terrible situation and make it escalate into something far uglier; which it already has turned into. Women have been perceived in the past as weaker and easier to beat down. If you were not weak then you were mistreated because no one could manage you and beating the crap out of you didn’t work.  

The other problem I see is the possibility of a Monsanto of Hunting. Monsanto has been documented to take drastic action against farmers that are opposed to the way Monsanto goes about doing their business. 

When a group tries to monopolize information, control meaningful content from their perspective only, and as a publicity release to clean up messes, then turn around an issue educational information control by them is disturbing. Now you are being sat down like a three-year-old that needs to be explained the potty because you are clueless. The more educated person with status and power must guide you over the cliff of their choosing. This harkens to the educated elite controlling the poor stupid casts who trust they are being lead to prosperity, when it is only a life of indenture to support their cause.  

How best to educate the public? Thanks for taking it upon yourselves to determine that for hunting participants. Undoubtedly, we can’t find that information, translate and interpret the facts ourselves. If I want education about my hunting, I go straight to the SCDNR. They govern my hunting license, write the tickets, and dictate my actions when out in the field. I don’t go to anyone else.

As an example of how I would deal with cyber-bullying when it comes to hunting is this: I can attest that I had some people using a fake profile on google plus in my early use. I use a faux name because there are people that seem to find it an enjoyment to stalk me in the past. They were also on my Facebook page. When this group began to disturb my calm, I realized early they were not who they said they were. I investigated the name then called the local sheriff’s department in that area. I found out the persons on the internet were frauds with harmful intent.  I was then told to fill out a complaint at my local sheriff’s department and provide all the information to investigate these people, even though the profile said they were less than four hours away in the same state. Now if someone makes a profile with a pen name, then bothers no one while minding their business or cause harm, I don’t care about those. As an average hunting participant, this is what I must do. Turn it in to the cops. There will be no task force or governing body to intervene on my behalf. I am naked an on my own but I am not afraid.

I read how this task force would attempt civil and criminal action against harassing non-hunting participants. When you think of the number of people online that get cyber-bullied over hunting, it could be financially overwhelming. There is no feasible way to pay a lawyer for that many people. Shorting my field of view, my eye went back to special individuals or groups.

I thought, what could be the short term goals? Putting a cap on imminent threats to industry elite so they can continue their cycle of livelihood and public profiles, unmolested came to mind. Another short reaching goal is to advertise the initiation of a task force to put fear in the minds of people who are vehemently against hunting to see if they back off. This is a form of false posturing.

Long term goals would be to lobby legislation against non-hunting participants who use the tactic of cyber-bullying to threaten people as a form of localized terrorism.

Reader beware, the animal activist machine will shadow this with their own form of task force. The road runs both ways. If a hunter gets on the internet and harasses a non-hunting participant because they feel protected under the wing of a task force against hunting cyber-bullying, don’t think you can’t get nailed if you instigate a fight. Evidence is evidence.

When it comes to controlling and monitoring individuals on the internet, this is an expedition to a place called Failure, to some extent. Entities such as Facebook and Google are not under the thumb of the outdoor establishment. They are only policed and sanctioned by their self-serving interests from within.

If I weren’t a thinking person, I would have read this and said, “Yeah! Great, someone is doing something.” When you break it down and mark your questions in the margins, you become quickly skeptical about the content and what it truly means long term and who it applies to. When it doesn’t apply to you in the collective, it’s pretty much another empty proposition.

People are too busy being reactionary and not thinking through things they read, see, or hear. We put all our trust into federations, foundations, non-profits and government to deal with our problems. They are problems of our making because of our behavior. We pass our decision-making abilities off on other people, then try to hold them responsible when things don’t work out. We stand idly by while people form groups to make decisions without including a larger portion of the group which gives them monopoly. There are too many people in positions of power that lack common sense when sensible people who are poor get locked out then suffer for it.

In my early blogs, when I wrote that hunting needed reform stands true just as the source I got it from stated. When I wrote about people getting threatened to the point of murder, the machine is driving it in that direction because of the activists showing up at Bachman’s door. When I wrote about the blurry face of hunting, it meant all hunters, not just outdoor industry teacher’s pets. When I wrote about abuse, it was the female hunters who have online strangers trying to molest them. This also went to the behaviors of both sides of the fence acting less than civil. My blog started looking like a self-fulfilling prophecy. When I see posts that indicate a divergence from my storyline, I think for a moment that there might be some positive change. I read, digested, and realized no such luck.

Written by: W Harley Bloodworth (a.k.a) the woman with no pot to piss in and no window to throw it out of.

~Courtesy of the AOFH~

Rethinking Memes and Your Reasons.

Someone, Somewhere Made this. Creator Unknown at this moment.

Remember this: Chumming the water is chumming the water. Bloody, as it is already.


The first section I found juvenile,  if not childish. Nice try with nursery rhymes though.  I applaud whoever made this but it falls short of glory. The reason it falls short of glory is this simple truth:

When the words of another (makes you hunt harder) because of a debate on right or wrongs, then you need to stop and rethink why you are hunting at all. This comment makes it sound like the person posting has no control over his/her decision-making because a second party has swayed them into action based on online manipulation or debate.

That being truly anal on my part but it is what it is. I can't make it more than it is worded.  If it is to spite someone else, you have distorted your whole reason for being in the woods, on the lake and on the mountain side. When I go hunting, I tune this garbage out.

This fodder is for people that sit on the internet arguing with people. They are not outside doing their hunting/fishing business as participants of the outdoors. You'll see this alot with professional or non-professional hunters. They are not enjoying their down time and bored out their minds. They have to get that adrenaline fix while making themselves and anyone looking angry. Hunting is meant for enjoyment not reality tv drama. This is an emotion contagion meme that solicits a negative response from people viewing it.

I want to see positive stuff. Who wouldn't?

I reflect on the type of person that made or shared in this kind of meme. I wouldn't want to be in the woods with them with that kind of attitude or reasoning. They're spending my precious time kicking the can of nonsense. If  someone brought this drivel up to me while I was out doing hunting or fishing, I would tell them to get back in the truck, go home and login to be with their kind, or never invite them back.

I truly get tired of these memes and that is the only reason I am not passing this one by;  not as an attack on  the maker but the stupidity of the message.

Written by: W Harley Bloodworth

~Courtesy of the AOFH~

Enemy, Mine?

 

Remember this: To have an enemy, one must be acknowledged, created, and labeled as such.

I logged on to social media. I saw hunting participants arguing over the pivotal issue of trophy hunting with non-hunting participants, who were against killing animals for sport. I felt like an external spectator to these particular arguments. I spoke to people in comment conversation but never got into some brawling free-for-all with a total stranger. I didn't drive my energy to these types of conversation or seek them out. I planted a tree and observed.

Yet on my monitor was the call for knowing your enemy. Enemy spells futility. A great bottomless pit of negative emotions. Of course, I have enemies that showed up to the hospital when they thought I would die. It seems they couldn't live without me or didn't want to move on to another person to hate. My enemy showed me love and concern in a bizarre way. I should have asked, “Why can't you just love me?” When I got better they resumed hate for me.

I mulled it over in my head; enemy. What constitutes an enemy in Hunting? How does this work itself into hunting? Who are these people? What creates an enemy? How do you diffuse an enemy's creation? What is the real issue and how do you at least alleviate the problem?

The first considerations are: there has to be one or more separate sides or teams. A center conflict must exist, which this maelstrom revolves around. The things lacking are: absence of diplomacy, compromise, intellectual discourse, or solving the problem. There is also the pre-existing information that prescripts the parameters of the argument. This type of information is the factual guidelines that dictate the existence of the supposed problem, which can't be ignored.

In brief, here is the situation: hunters and anti-hunters argue over killing animals for sport.

Let us focus on the commonality of the hunter and non-hunter. I consider both activists with a different adjective. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Hunting and non-hunting participants use the concept of conservation and filtering money to activities, while having strict laws that govern the hunting or non-hunting experience. These monies are used by governmental or non-profit agencies. These types exercise wildlife management in the form of veterinary assistance afield, ecosystem monitors, tallying wildlife numbers, and to some extent citizen science. Both groups monitor and intercept poacher activity while interacting with game reserves or the local people. This illustrates a general love of hunting or non-hunting activism. Yet there are those individuals that desire for the two groups to be distinctly separate and at war. A better use of time is to work together.

Each group may or may not work in jobs where animals are in derogatory conditions. They may work in ecological, conservation, or non-science based jobs. They may not work at all but sit on the computer surfing the internet. It aids animals who can't verbalize needs. Action is taken on the part of animals or humans to make hard decisions then carry those decisions through to the end.

There may be hunters or non-hunters that track or euthanize an animal because of suspected disease, nuisance animals (in the way of causing damage to other wildlife or local people), or to stimulate the economy in a impoverished country. Professional and safari hunters do stimulate the economy in a positive way. Governments utilize hunters to help deal with overpopulation through culling and legalized hunting expeditions. Exploitation of wild game is handled at the governmental level to ensure neither hunter or non-hunter is taking advantage of the system in place. They are also contributors to ecosystem and habitat construction via personal money and land management tactics. It is established that this is a fact without discrediting the direct role of science based research the hunter revolves in and out of. There are hunting based organizations that procure money specifically for these endeavors as supplements to cost incurred for the benefit of the knowledge. This knowledge directs the distribution of funds to the best possible treatment of conservation, habitat, and ecosystem management.

Non-hunting participants garner funds to pay for the protection and propagation of species as does the hunter. These funds go to combat exploitation, abuse, ecosystem construction and management, and overpopulation of animals. Overpopulation is approached through adoption after ovarian-hysterectomies or castration. For deer, it is contraceptives. As with hunting, there is no verbalization on the part of the animal on how they wish to live. They are occupants on the human landscape. Thus are treated as indigent creatures at the mercy of decision-makers. These decisions based on what is best for people, ultimately, and not the animal as a whole.

Considering contraries to these positives:

Of course, no one asks the animal about its rights when they are being sterilized or adopted out. That is one of the ironic things about the animal activism stance; wanting to give a voice to the animal yet taking away the animal's choice in its best interest, if it indeed has a choice, to force off a procedure that would end its ability to reproduce. No matter what is being done physically to the animal as long as it survives for a greater good should be enough. Here again you have a group making a decision on behalf of a creature that can't verbalize what it does or does not want. Yet someone makes the decision all the same because it can be a nuisance reproducer. The same goes for hunters. Governmental agencies dictate the legal parameters of the hunter while the hunting participant decides to shoot a animal for food or trophy. No one asks the animal how they feel about it. The reality is both sides force off a decision to act on a creature that can't really say no. I am not bleeding animal activism here but both parties are guilty of some negative oversight.

Animal cruelty cases cause several problems. The outcome doesn't have an argument based on the cruelty inflicted. It stimulates economy but as a deficit because owners or the animal abusers aren't held accountable. Medical staff are presented with the wounded animal then have to use products and services to treat or euthanize the animal. These bills go unpaid, are paid by a non-profit, or someone not affiliated with a non-profit donating money. The bulk of the work does go unpaid because the person presenting the animal wants the medical professional to show sympathy towards the animal with no reimbursement for the material or service used to diagnose or treat the animal. Professionals in business might feel taken advantage of but never say so. It might reflect poorly on them when it hits the public grapevine. This would label the business in the negative. These professionals then go along with the predicament and unpaid bill.

There are some participants from both hunting and non-hunt who have a common sense about them. These people want to do positive work in the world employing channels of education, information, and being a conscientious citizen. They do not bang their head on internet walls. This shows you can be mature, productive, creative and maintain something truly wonderful or worth fighting for. Contribute and promote that narrative.

The other telling issue is dominance on both sides. One side wants to defeat the other through hostilities. Animal based issues fall to the wayside. There is no right way. There are a series of paths that can take you to the same or different outcome. The pivotal moment is making the decision as to which path to take; whether it will or will not be self-defeating for the purpose.

Let us focus on the element of the enemy.

An enemy is a person or group that incites an attack on another. What creates an enemy? Conflict, but it's not necessarily the disease. It's more a symptom. What creates an enemy is the behavior or approach from all sides and how they handle the conflict.

When you consider conflict, approach, and then choice in the way you manage a problem, middle ground is the key. You have to be open to the dialogue. If there is no dialogue, you have monkeys tossing excrement at each other in unlimited supply.

I then reflect over the wordage of enemy in posts. There is an insinuation of some faceless army of people lurking. Am I suppose to be angry at or wary of these people? Are they spooks waiting to attack me (for what reason I am not sure) and ruin my life? Do I want to invite negativity into my psyche? If so, to what end? Now henceforth, should I monitor everyone under this yard stick as the enemy while culling people before I even get to know them?

This is the seed of fear. “Fear is the mind killer”, circa Frank Herbert's book, Dune.

I believe in warnings. If you directly know who certain individuals are or if their behavior could cause a problem. En masse, this is difficult to approach. Is it prudent for me to waste energy on such a thing? When did I get recruited like an eighteen year old going to a war I didn't start? I am not a fan of someone starting a fight then sending someone else to fight their battles. Mano-a-mano, I say.

People are taught to fear and avoid where danger does not exist without question. One issue of hunting is the fear the non-hunting participants could change certain avenues in hunting that would slowly make it obsolete. Facebook might be right about their research on a a virtual emotional contagion. There seems to be a long spread panic by hunting participants on losing hunting all together. If I were not on the internet looking at propaganda, I could be sitting in a boat fishing, oblivious to makeshift hunting issues. Is this panic relocated solely to the internet? I paused to consider the fact I wasn't particularly threatened by my state's mode of governance on hunting or fishing.

To diffuse an enemy's creation, one need only act like accountable adults, who can sit down and have an intelligent dialogue as to the problem. Work it out. Why make an enemy? What good does it ever do? I am not partial to the term ally either because allies are the first people to get tossed under the bus when a better deal comes along. When someone says, “Can you be an ally?”, translated this means can you temporarily help me out? No promises.

Hunting and Non-hunting participants are crucial to life on this planet. Both are interactive parts of the field work that is needed to monitor the ecosystem of Earth as a whole. Both are useful in discovering animal abuse cases, providing information to the scientific realm in the proper fashion, and sources of pertinent education to the public.

These groups employ different platforms with the same common goal in mind yet their approach is different. Each of these could act as a lone agent or supplemental to the conversation of wildlife, domestic animals, and ecological systems.

Each group should be accountable for the decision-making subjugated upon a species that cannot agree or disagree with the treatment. There should always be the truth that enforcement of any policy upon a sentient species is not at the behest of that particular species but the enforcer, their desires, and decision of conservation or exploitation of non-human entities.

More could be done to improve the quality of Ecosystem Earth if the energy for petty arguments were set aside. The welfare of Ecosystem Earth and its inhabitants should take precedence.

In closing, do you decide for yourself where the threat lies? Or do you go along with the pointing fingers?

Written by: W Harley Bloodworth

~Courtesy of the AOFH~