Monday, October 09, 2006

Here's a first - came close to being hit by shotgun fire!!!

Update to follow....
Okay - sorry for the tardy reply - let's just say I'm still in recovery. It all started out on yet another thrilling mtn bike ride in the Sandilands. Pat, Jason & yours truly along with two guests. We started our epic ride at the beaver dam staging area and proceeded past a large 4X4 that had gotten stuck we assumed the previous night.
Admittedly, the riding was a bit on the cool side (it was around 4 degrees C) but nice and fast. We unfortunately had to avoid some horse crap as this time of year brings "that kind" around but I prefer them over dirtbikers. At least there are fewer and less noisy. Both unfortunately do not tread lightly, tearing up the climbs making us more eco-friendly bikers a wee bit perturbed.
We managed to find our way to Suicide Hill - where the steepest climbs & descents exist. We were chatting at the top when suddenly - BOOM - and the sound of pellets dropping between me & Jason - resulted in me losing my cool. Yes I vocalised my disapproval and a sheepish spruce grouse hunter peeped from the valley below and quickly walked on.

My riding companions convinced me it wasn't worth pursuing any more riding around such freakin' rednecks! I later found out that I could have pressed charges - as the guy was in full camo and should be wearing some blaze - but who knows - if we would have pursued him someone might have ended up dead. So yeah - that's my story... By the way - this allegedly all took place in a so-called provincial park where it is apparently perfectly legal to cut down trees (& not replace them until lumber prices increase) or hunt bikers & other living creatures or tear up the trails with ATVs driven by underaged & intoxicated rednecks.

1 comment:

Keira said...

What a loser. You don't even need a gun to hunt spruce grouse for pete's sake! All you have to do is circle them a few times and you can pretty much grab them with your bare hands! They aren't clever birds. I suppose that's something they have in common with those who hunt them.
Our cousin Evan (who is like 8 or 9 years old) touched one on the tail the other day, and we ran at them in full view.