I sent a letter to Josh Marshall this morning, in response to his blog entry about Sean Vasell’s hunting adventure with his buddies on Montana, and said buddy’s own account of the hunt. (Josh-
Well, I have always said- it’s good to have at least one redneck friend. When your car breaks down or when you have to settle matters of hunting arcana, it’s good to have someone like me around.
After reading on J.R. Reger’s website the account of Shawn Vasell’s little adventure, I can only conclude that the men involved are complete amateurs and a menace to public safety. The whole story just reeks of weekend warrior bravado punctuated with acts of profound irresponsibility.
First off, 10 am is in no way early for a hunt. 5 am is an early hunt.
“Mike and I have our spot to blast the big deer- the back yard.”
Might as well hunt cattle, if that’s the case. That’s not hunting, it’s shooting.
“Mule deer have much larger horns….”
They’re not “horns,” they’re antlers. Cows have horns. Perhaps they’re hunting cattle after all.
“We own some land on the river and we shoot a lot of deer on it (or near it).”
This kind of nudge nudge, wink wink shit is what gets people killed in the woods. Crossing property lines without permission in the middle of summer is really no big deal. During deer season, it’s trespassing, poaching and a menace to public safety. Especially since, as you will notice in the photos, no one seems to be wearing the legal amount of safety-orange clothing. This is how people are often mistaken for deer coming through the brush and how people die.
They eat lunch at a bar and play video games in the middle of a hunt. Now, I can see taking some time to eat lunch in a bar and play video games in the middle of a WORK day, but hunting is serious business. Did they drink alcohol at lunch? If not, what were they doing in a bar? Alcohol and firearms don’t mix. Who were these boys daddies? Didn’t they teach these guys anything?
It’s not a “heard” of deer, it’s a herd. I don’t know how someone makes a mistake like this unless he’s just making the whole thing up. If there weren’t pictures involved, I would think that perhaps he dreamed the whole thing up sitting in a cubicle somewhere. This guy likes to pose as a heap-big Northcountry hunter, but these bozos are acting like complete tyros and hunting in jeans and tennis shoes. That says a lot to anyone who spends much time in the woods. What’s the big deal about jeans and tennis shoes? It’s actually a VERY big deal. No matter how experienced a woodsman one is, there’s always a possibility of getting turned around, getting lost and spending a night in the woods. In a good pair of wool pants and leather boots, even if there’s a hard rain, it would be a miserable but survivable experience. In jeans and tennis shoes, once one is soaked to the skin after dark in Montana, things can get dicey pretty quickly.
“It was time for Shawn Vasell to blast his deer and finally become a man.”
Christ, what a poseur. Are they gonna have a sundance ceremony afterwards and circumcise him, too?
“Sometimes these guys aren’t willing to take a life. They are weak and will always be weak.”
Poseur, poseur, poseur. The decision to shoot a deer, every time but most especially the first time, is a hard one and a personal one, and unless you’re just an asshole, it’s a moment of profound reflection. This kind of chest beating, especially about a shot taken from the window of a truck, tells me a LOT about this guy.
And then Mike kills a deer after dark. Again, this is how people die in the woods.
These guys have no respect. They don’t respect the laws of the state in which they’re hunting. They don’t respect the danger of toting loaded high powered rifles around in the truck. They don’t respect the rules passed from fathers to sons for generations in families who REALLY hunt. They show up late, take a lunch break to play video games in the middle of the day, and then whoop and holler and beat their chests when they kill a deer illegally. I would hang my head in SHAME to carry on like this, but ol’ J.R. had to throw the whole story up on his website.
These guys really remind of the President- they’re willing to play cowboy, but at the end of the day, they’re just frat guys with guns.
This really seems to me to be a nice metaphor for what’s happened to our country, doesn’t it?