Jack Hunter
posted December 20th, 2014 at 4:48 PM
Went hunting last week and shot four pintail ducks. While I was sitting and hiding in the root ball of a washed up tree I had huge flocks of dunlins come and swoop river and around me. what an amazing dance. Out over the water they sweep and swoosh and alternate from dark to light as they dance in the air.
Then I met another hunter.
It flew in and sat on the log 4 metres away from me. A sharp-shinned hawk had a still live dunlin in its claws and was trying to eat it when another hawk flew at him and tried to steal it from him.
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Dec 20, 2014 at 11:50pm
The Georgia Straight Observations.
You
Dec 21, 2014 at 12:48am
sound like an asshole.
Little Bird
Dec 21, 2014 at 7:24am
Do you even know what a confession is?
No one cares . Leave the animals alone.
I'd like to take a shot at you.
Natty
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:29am
Weekends seem to be *the* time to slip the non-confession confessions in.
Silver_Fox
Dec 21, 2014 at 11:48am
Such a nice natural setting you described. What did it look like after you shot all the animals?
Jack
Dec 21, 2014 at 12:38pm
"Such a nice natural setting you described. What did it look like after you shot all the animals?"
Considering that there are between 30 and 40,000 pintails out there, never mind the widgeons and mallards, there wasn't much change.
Enjoy your slaughterhouse chicken.
Snackster
Dec 21, 2014 at 12:39pm
I give you props for a unique confession. Perhaps you could whittle it into a poem and it could be posted in trains/busses?
Sigh
Dec 21, 2014 at 1:14pm
The hawk has no choice and doesn't no any better, we do.
bowser
Dec 21, 2014 at 3:25pm
You go Jack. Sounds like a lot of fun. Ignore the scaredy cats who are afraid of everything. Wish I could have been there.
Our ancestors
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:30am
didn't get their meat at supermarkets. Not even the shepherds watching their flocks by night.
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