Neighbors blast hunter for skinning game in yard

brickmanDan wrote:The Hladkys say they may just give up and move.

http://cbs11tv.com/pets/skinning.gam....2.942314.html

Maybe they will find a place where meat is grown in plastic packages, instead.

Yep, we got people moving to Montana from other non hunting areas. Then they want to change what lifestyle we have here... we tell them the road you came in on, is paved both directions.

We have come a long way from when mothers used to kill and clean chickens when company was coming for dinner

That is the best solution. You don't like the view from your back door, move somewhere else. Don't try to make everyone around you conform to your wishes. A great deal of our trouble today is pushy people trying to make everyone conform and us reasonable people trying to compromise to keep the peace. But to those liberal wanks, compromise means give in to what I want, and I won't shut up til you do.

Joe B. wrote: A great deal of our trouble today is pushy people trying to make everyone conform and us reasonable people trying to compromise to keep the peace. But to those liberal wanks, compromise means give in to what I want, and I won't shut up til you do.

Joe B., you just encapsulated the entire political scene that has put us where we are in this country today!

I think it's about time we started pushing back!

What? Can't get rid of that stench? My father-in-law has killed and processed more meat in his back yard than the local locker plant and his yard doesn't stink. Move to California you hippie. Since when does anyone have to care what thier neighbors think?

It sounds like they found a solution, sissyman gets to move.

Good thing he didnt live next to me and my father and brothers growing up. We all hunted and were taught how to live off the land and that included killing animals and gutting and skinning. My father was also a trapper. I could just see this guys face now if he lives next to us and saw half dozen raccoons, minks, fox, yotes, etc hangng in my back yard and then smelling them and seeing my father skin and dry the pelts.

damon765 wrote:We have come a long way from when mothers used to kill and clean chickens when company was coming for dinner

Mothers huh? you have that a bit wrong old stick...I know..cause mom made ME kill and clean the danged things. My brother always got to feed 'em but danged if every time someone said "chicken for dinner", I knew I was going to get a kill mission.

Same thing with hogs too..I knew what was up when mom asked me to go get the short handle sledge hammer and go with her.

*grumble grumble pick the OTHER son once in awhile grumble grumble namby pamby brother grumble grumble*

ira82 wrote:Good thing he didnt live next to me and my father and brothers growing up. We all hunted and were taught how to live off the land and that included killing animals and gutting and skinning. My father was also a trapper. I could just see this guys face now if he lives next to us and saw half dozen raccoons, minks, fox, yotes, etc hangng in my back yard and then smelling them and seeing my father skin and dry the pelts.

hahahahahah this reminds me of a story. I didn't trap much growing up..always slip hunted..but a nieces husband DID trap and convinced me to go with him to check his traps. I told him I really didn't have any interest in it..but he insisted...so I went with him.
we go to his first trap (he livetrapped) and he hands me a billy club. well..in that trap is one mother huge coon. I said "randy, I don't know about this..how about I get him out and you hold the club"...no no he said, I don't want this one to get away.
well..he opened that trap door and grabbed that coon with a heavily gloved hand..and that's when the fightin commenced. that coon twisted and bit him RIGHT on the kneecap..then proceeded to work on his leg.
Randy yelled "get him off!! get him off!! hit him, HIT HIM!". I replied I'm afraid I'll hit you!..Randy yelled "hit him anyway!!" so I wound up and swung..and hit randy RIGHT in the upper thigh. He let go of the coon, and went down. The coon gave me a look like "thanks!! but no trouble or you're next!!". right about that time I was wishing for my pistol. The coon turned round and took off.
Randy?
he went down, fairly well mauled by an 18 pound female raccoon and 1 swing from a 2 foot billy club"...
that's the last time he asked me to go with him to check his traps.