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http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/carr11252001.htm

 

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Open season on half-wit hunters

by Howie Carr

 

Sunday, November 25, 2001

 

Hot damn - shotgun deer-hunting season begins tomorrow in the commonwealth.

 

Bambi beware, because the drunken nimrods can start blasting away at you

one-half hour - that is, approximately two beers - before dawn.

 

It'll be a perilous day to have antlers. If you're a cow, you'd be well-advised

to paint yourself orange. And the biggest casualties of the day are going to be

stop signs and, it goes without saying, Budweiser beers.

 

Of course, despite the toll of drunken carnage extracted in the woods every

year, the pro-hunting forces see it as a ``sport,'' which in fact it would be,

but only if the deer were armed.

 

``People are in greater jeopardy rushing to the newsstand to read your column

than they are walking in the woods,'' said Bill Davis, a state wildlife

biologist. ``Injuries to nonparticipants in this state are nonexistent and to

participants dwindling.''

 

Oh sure, Bill. Tell it to the great cheese state of Wisconsin. Four Elmer Fudd

wannabes were ``harvested'' by their own guns last weekend. A fifth hunter, a

12-year-old boy, died last Monday when his shotgun ``discharged unexpectedly.''

 

Them bleepin' deer, they're getting sneakier every year.

 

Did you ever notice how many hunting fatalities involve family members? A few

cousins traipse into the woods, all likkered up, and pretty soon the ones who

aren't in body bags are posting bond. That's why they call it a bonding

experience.

 

A few recent hunting stories from the wires:

 

ST. FRANCISVILLE, La. - A hunter named Samuel Matt was fatally shot in the back

by his 20-year-old nephew when the younger man ``fell and tripped,'' blasting

Uncle Sam in the back.

 

MONTREAL - A 66-year-old man was under arrest after ``accidentally'' shooting

his 39-year-old son while hunting in the Eastern Townships.

 

CHARLESTON, W. Va. - A study at Marshall University indicates 84 hunters in the

Mountaineer State have been hospitalized over seven years after falling out of

tree stands.

 

On one particularly gruesome day in West Virginia earlier this month, a local

optometrist toppled to his death out of a tree stand - he was No. 85 in the

survey, I suppose. That overshadowed the shooting of a turkey-hunting doctor and

a squirrel hunter, both of whom were wounded in separate incidents when they

were ``mistaken for game.''

 

What hurts worse, a load of birdshot to the backside or knowing some

blaze-vested tosspot thought you were a squirrel?

 

These morons kill themselves in the darnedest ways. Sometimes they plunge off

country roads into rivers and drown. Or they leave their children in pickup

trucks to freeze to death. In Charleston, N.Y., last spring, a 47-year-old

hunter saw an injured turkey, stopped to shoot it and ended up shooting himself

in the face.

 

The turkey survived. The bird, I mean. The hunter was DOA.

 

But the most dangerous predators in the woods for the next two weeks will be

hunters with a load on. Just ask Richard Johnson, an ex-game warden up in

Jackson, Maine. He wanted some hunter s from Rhode Island to leave his

property. He couldn't find them, so he left a note on their truck and then stuck

a stick in the front seat that kept the truck's horn blaring.

 

A few minutes later, two pick-up trucks full of people whose president is

Charlton Heston pulled up in Mr. Johnson's driveway. The first thing the Second

Amendment devotees did was knock the hat off his head. Later, from the hospital,

Mr. Johnson said the last thing he remembered was bending over to pick up his

hat.

 

``I guess they mopped the dooryard with me,'' he told the local paper.

 

When he came to, Johnson had a concussion, blood spots in three different parts

of his brain, a broken nose, bruises and an arm he could no longer lift.

 

Poor Johnson. But maybe he got off easy. Consider what kind of a butt-kicking

the Rhode Island hunters might have put on him if he'd posted his land.

 

Yee-haw! Get them emergency rooms ready. Leroy and Billy Bob is taking a day off

from the car wash tomorrow, and they's gonna bag theirselves a 12-pointer. Or at

least a cow or two.

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