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- From: CMSC28@maccvm.corp.mot.com (Mark Hickey)
- Subject: Re: 8 Re: Jogger is killed when hunter mistakes him for a deer
- Organization: Motorola
- Date: 16 Nov 1992 13:15:43 CST
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- ------------------------- Original Article -------------------------
- In article <JQD=ml-@engin.umich.edu> lowrie@eddy.engin.umich.edu (Robert Byron
- Lowrie) writes:
- [ discussion of recent event in which jogger is shot by hunter ]
-
- >To prevent this from occurring again, we shouldn't worry so much about
- >punishing Mr. Cook, but instead concentrate on keeping the general
- >public away from hunting areas. If this means there should be less
- >hunting areas, so be it. I can't imagine being in an area where my
- >life is in so many other people's hands. In other words, let hunters
- >shoot each other, but not me (: Unfortunately, an argument I often
- >here is that much of the money used to set aside public lands comes
- >from hunters (through license fees, taxes, ...), although I find this
- >hard to believe.
-
- This brings back memories of a training "incident" I had a couple
- years ago in Central New Jersey. I was doing hill work (on my
- bicycle.. forgive my mis-posting, please) and heard shotgun blasts
- off to my left. Since they were pretty constant, I assumed they
- were shooting clay pigeons. No problem (although they were in an
- area where that is not allowed), since I have "killed" a few of the
- ceramic critters myownself. When I heard the pellets screaming
- through the trees over my head, my mood changed! *HEY, &*#@!!, CUT
- IT OUT*... followed by a couple minutes of silence. I figured that
- they realized they were shooting over a road, so I went on doing
- the (short but steep) hill circuit. A couple laps later, I heard
- a blast, and *knew* this one was going to be close... I just had
- time to turn my head when several of the pellets hit my thigh and
- torso. No blood... but something about being shot does funny things
- to your (already pumped) hormone levels.... I charged up the hill
- in a time that was probably a PR (past my bewildered wife, who had
- no idea what was happening), threw down my bike (a sure sign my
- mind had checked out) helmet and shoes, and charged into the woods
- in my socks and cute tight little spandex outfit. Running into the
- opening, I encountered three *big* guys (smallest about 200lbs.)
- with two shotguns. Normally, several instantaneous adjustments to
- the old attitude would be in order, but I was positively drenched
- in testosterone! I don't remember what I said exactly, but I got
- in their faces and ordered them out of the woods and made some real
- rude comments about their lineage. My wife, having arrived at the
- top of the hill, figured out what was happening, and broke into the
- shooter's truck and read the registration so she would know who
- it was that was about to kill her (idiot) husband. Luckily, this
- wasn't necessary.... I figure the same principle kept that allows
- a wolverine to stand off a grizzly bear must have come into play
- since they didn't shoot me or tie me in a knot... basically just
- stood there with this incredulous look on their faces mumbling
- something like "sorry.... didn't know..... you OK?"
-
- Once I charged back out of the woods, and back down the hill to
- my wife... I summed up the whole experience..."That *had* to be
- the stupidest thing I *ever* did!"... 'course, on the next lap,
- their pickup (how did you guess they were in a pickup?) was
- gone, and I never saw it back there again.
-
- I just hope the incident produced three "shooters" who learned to
- be a lot more careful about where they shoot. I know lots of
- hunters, and none of them would not fire on a target without a
- clean "kill" shot, much less one they hadn't positively identified.
-
- I guess it's kinda like riding or running on the road... you are
- absolutely safe from 99.9% of the drivers... but that .1% weenie
- is always out there somewhere.... so be careful out there!
-
- Mark (the perfect bi is a 1/50/1) Hickey
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