Archery season had been in for two weeks, small game season had just came in that day. Was in a tree stand w/ more than required blaze orange on me and the stand, still kinda leafy in mid October tho. Pow... and shot ripped through my tree. After my what the berkeley moment the kid realized I wasn't a squirrel, he and his dad turned and ran. Do I look like a berkeleying squirrel, shiny happy person? ... and who the berkeley would teach their kid to shoot at movement?
Same farmland years later. After the old farmer took ill the eldest son took over and posted the almost 200 acres. Slob hunters broke fences, poached, left carcasses less quarters, damaged equipment. I learned to hunt there as my grandfathers place was adjacent, neighbors since the 30's and good friends. Posted, no questions asked, their family only. More and more private property began to be posted over similar issues. I get it though, I wouldn't put up w/ that E36 M3 either. Went back to the state lands.
First day of buck season always had it's fair share of shooting, 1-2 shots kinda normal, maybe 3 but spaced out pretty well through the morning and afternoon. When Pa. combined buck and doe season shooting became berkeleying nuts. Started counting shots, 2-3-4-5, seemed like every 10 minutes. WTF y'all shooting at? If it's brown, it's down. Last I remember I counted 5 shots in a row... good ya motherberkeleyer, ya emptied your berkeleying magazine. BWTM, shiny happy person racked another round in for six shots. Enough, walked out at 10:30 a.m., I just don't wanna hunt w/ shiny happy people like these any more, I was taught better. Don't even attempt the shot unless you got the vitals. One shot, one kill.
Walking back to my truck for a much needed cool down I ran across a father w/ his young son, thought they just took lunch. How's the huntin' I asked? Both laughing, they said they ran outta shells and had to come back for more, bwha, ha, ha. What a berkeleyed up bonding moment I thought. Made my mind up I just don't wanna hunt like this any more.
Never missed a hunting season in 35 years before that, I absolutely lived for hunting season but between slob hunters, the brown is downers, loss of hunting land etc. it became ruined for me. Not being too uppity or anything but the old time hunting ethics I was raised on were goners, just ain't no fun anymore.
Haven't been back since and don't really miss it.
Rant over.
... and be careful out there y'all.