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n2chukar
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Here we are hunting Archery Elk in a designated WIldnerness Area. We are two miles in and right in the middle of the Elk. Cows are bedded down, some are feeding and the Bulls are horsing around. We have a Bull that my nephew wants to go after -- a freakishly huge 7X2 that would make any of you drool.
We are being patient -- it just feels right. Suddenly we hear a strange, yet familiar, roar. A couple of quads appear up on the ridge and below them busts a hundred head of Elk. Not necessarily a problem until the herd of Elk decide to bust right through our happy little stalk -- GAME OVER.
We are furious over the fact that these two slobs ruined our Wildnerness hunt by riding their quads in... they should know better, it's a Wildnerness area and motorized vehicles are not allowed, period. We decide to teach them a lesson. Our friend goes as fast as he can go toward their quads. They were about a half mile away straight up hill. Mission? Let the air out of the tires. That would teach these irresponsible hunters that are giving all of us a bad name a valuable lesson, plus it would enable the authorities to catch these culprits.
Much to our chagrin, the quads start up and rumble off as our friend is closing in on them.
Later that evening, we stumble into some other hunters who informed us that a plane went down and wanted to let us know to keep our eyes out for any sign of wreckage. We asked them how they knew about the plane. They responded, "A couple of Sheriff's Deputies came in here on quads and let us know." We nodded our heads and said rather sheepishly, "ooooohhhh."
Let it be a lesson to stop and consider all possibilities before acting!
We are being patient -- it just feels right. Suddenly we hear a strange, yet familiar, roar. A couple of quads appear up on the ridge and below them busts a hundred head of Elk. Not necessarily a problem until the herd of Elk decide to bust right through our happy little stalk -- GAME OVER.
We are furious over the fact that these two slobs ruined our Wildnerness hunt by riding their quads in... they should know better, it's a Wildnerness area and motorized vehicles are not allowed, period. We decide to teach them a lesson. Our friend goes as fast as he can go toward their quads. They were about a half mile away straight up hill. Mission? Let the air out of the tires. That would teach these irresponsible hunters that are giving all of us a bad name a valuable lesson, plus it would enable the authorities to catch these culprits.
Much to our chagrin, the quads start up and rumble off as our friend is closing in on them.
Later that evening, we stumble into some other hunters who informed us that a plane went down and wanted to let us know to keep our eyes out for any sign of wreckage. We asked them how they knew about the plane. They responded, "A couple of Sheriff's Deputies came in here on quads and let us know." We nodded our heads and said rather sheepishly, "ooooohhhh."
Let it be a lesson to stop and consider all possibilities before acting!