Reply #13: We're of the same mind...except I saw Bambi and it contributed. [View All]

I grew up in the boonies and some of my earliest memories consist of peeing all over the woods to drive the deer back into the state forest where hunting is illegal and destroying hunting blinds and treestands. Now I leave antagonistic notes too: "Hey, took your treestand as a trophy." or "LOLZ, I polluted your blind." (Advice: BYOTP. Leaves itch.)

We have a huge poaching problem here, particularly assholes hunting from the back of quads and ATVs. I fucking hate hunters, but the poachers are a class of themselves. There isn't a word to describe them, nor any sort of karma good enough for them. Every once in a while, one will get arrested and then I make sure to have assemble a cheering section for their booking. Nothing beats the "Walk of Shame" when 25 people show-up to cheer, taunt and watch your perp-walk. As soon as I get my new camera, I'm going to start taking pictures to hang on a "Wall of Assholes".

There...now you won't be the only one getting juicy flames.

Edit: I need to point out that nobody hunting in one of the wealthiest parts of CT is subsistence hunting. It's mostly trophy killing. Some of these assholes just take the heads and feet, leaving the rest of the deer lying there in the woods to rot and stink.