. . . have all the nerve! Being Memorial Day weekend there are a lot of people out in our area with camp trailers, four-wheelers, etc. They usually keep to public land not causing any trouble. But then, THEN you get those who drink a little too much or decide they need more exciting action than four-wheeling through the mountains.
This afternoon Mr. Ferrero Rocher noticed two pickups driving slowly down the public road that lines one of our sections. No big deal until both pickups stop at the top of the section and you can hear gunfire. We’ve got a loader parked up there at a gravel pit. Mr. FR looks through his binoculars to see if they are shooting at the loader. He can’t tell so he takes off in his pickup through our section towards the strangers. A section is one square mile so it takes a couple of minutes for Mr. FR to make his way down there. I watch through his binoculars as one pickup takes off. I can’t figure out why the other pickup doesn’t leave too until I see two men running as fast as they can through one of our fields back to their truck. As soon as they get in they peel off burning rubber as they go. Mr. FR takes a look at the loader first and sees no damage done. He heads back out to the field only to find an antelope shot, still alive but suffering. Mr. FR had to finish it off.
I hate poachers.