myright
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So this time of year is pretty crappy for getting out in the woods around here because of all the hunters. There's a lot people and not so much woods....
So I try and limit myself to trails that I know are closed to hunting or go on Sundays when hunting ins prohibited.
Well today I went out with my Dad, sister, neice and nephew and myright Jr riding on my back. We were out for about an hour and a half and were heading back to our vehicles when we heard some shots VERY close to us. We were walking on a dirt road so I felt comfortable that they wouldn't shoot across the road, but you never know. Not sure if they were poaching or just shooting targets but it sounded more like just shooting for fun since there were quite a bit of shots.
Needless to say my blood started to pump a bit since it seemed like we were only about 30 yards away from the shooter but could not see them. My Dad has a hell of a loud natural whistle and I had my whistle on me. We whistled so they could hear us and it died off for a bit. Then came back - that cycle happened a couple of times then eventually we were back at our cars. They could either A) care less about the trails around and the road or B) not know it was there. Either way it was a little too close for comfort especially with my son on my back.
So I try and limit myself to trails that I know are closed to hunting or go on Sundays when hunting ins prohibited.
Well today I went out with my Dad, sister, neice and nephew and myright Jr riding on my back. We were out for about an hour and a half and were heading back to our vehicles when we heard some shots VERY close to us. We were walking on a dirt road so I felt comfortable that they wouldn't shoot across the road, but you never know. Not sure if they were poaching or just shooting targets but it sounded more like just shooting for fun since there were quite a bit of shots.
Needless to say my blood started to pump a bit since it seemed like we were only about 30 yards away from the shooter but could not see them. My Dad has a hell of a loud natural whistle and I had my whistle on me. We whistled so they could hear us and it died off for a bit. Then came back - that cycle happened a couple of times then eventually we were back at our cars. They could either A) care less about the trails around and the road or B) not know it was there. Either way it was a little too close for comfort especially with my son on my back.