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Friday |
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I admit this is
ridiculous. For many reasons. Vanity, for one. But here I am, guilty as charged. What am I doing with a rusty Crosman pellet gun? Protecting our geese against possible attack. Would BBs discourage a ravening hunting dog? Probably not. Luckily I didn't have to find out. Sarah and I had been in bed, Friday just another night out here in the wilds of remotest Maui. We heard barking first, then the thrashing of a life and death struggle just 50 yards downhill from our cabin, frenzied grunts of a cornered pig vs. snarling and snapping bloodthirsty hounds crashing through the underbrush-- nature red in tooth and claw. Night hunting is illegal but so is trespassing so whoever was behind the commotion obviously didn't care. We jumped in the Jeep and cruised the property to find out more. We saw one dog, then another. While I went to watch over the geese and chix Sarah was able to coax one of the dogs with a bowl of water. The dogs are cowed, sweet to people and always ready for a drink or treat because their owners keep them half-starved. Cops were called and the hunters were found just down the road in their unregistered truck, but since it was parked and no pig was present nothing could be done. The cops took the dog. |