I'm Ashamed

windjammer

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Have you done something your ashamed of and always regretted...? I have..

Back in 1970 I bought my first high powered rifle, a Marlin 336C---30-30 and started deer hunting. At that time there were very few deer where I live in Tennessee. I had hunted most all season without seeing a deer.

At the end of a day, almost dark, a big Owl landed in a tree just overhead. Why, I don't know, but I shot that Owl. I suppose it was from hunting all season and not having seen anything and wanting to try out my new rifle.

No telling how many times I have thought about this, including this morning, and have sorely regretted it. It was a beautiful bird.

I can't undo it, but I'm ashamed and regretful. That' was the only time I've done something so bad and stupid as that..
 
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Well I think we have all done something that we regret, however posting such info on a public forum especially something that is a federal offense and may have no statute of limitations is a brave thing to do.

I would consider turning yourself in to the USFWS and then your conscience will be clean.:)

I reserve the right to keep my mouth shut concerning things I may or may not have done in my young and stupid days.:D
 
Now that the confessional is open... As a boy, I was shooting BB's at a cardboard target set against my garage, and a beautify male cardinal flew onto the ground in front of it. I shot it dead. :eek:

For some strange reason this has always bothered me... I've hunted often, pulled heads off of chickens, and am far from a tree hugger.

Go figger! :confused:
 
When I was about 12 years old on my parents farm, my friend and I somehow acquired bows and arrows. We shot at everything, hitting nothing and having to retrieve the arrow. As we were walking across the barn lot one of my mothers chickens was a good 50 yards ahead of us minding its own business. I pulled up the bow and shot.

That arrow went through that chickens neck just below its head and it simply fell over, no flop, quiver, no nothing. We both just stared at it.

Just then we noticed my mother coming out the barn.

I knew right then the trouble had only just started. I've regretted the entire incident for over 50 years.
 
I once voted for Democrats. Today, I am reminded of Churchill's comment that he who is young and isn't a liberal has no heart. But he who is over 30 and doesn't vote Conservative, has no brain.

T-Star
 
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OK, I guess it's time for conscience dump. In my youth, I went rabbit hunting with my trusty .22 rifle. My big mistake was only taking one box of ammo along with me. I wasted most of the box just plinking. Then I saw a nice cottontail, and when he popped up to take a look around, I put one into him at about 40 yards. He went down and started screaming. I ran up to finish him with a head shot, but discovered I had no more ammo. I had to find a large rock and bash him in the head. It took a long time, and the poor thing continued to scream throughout the process. That incident still lives in my memory as a really poor show. I never made the mistake of taking too little ammo into the field again.
 
I was about sixteen when I spent about an hour maliciously throwing rocks at a baby duck that was floating down Indian Creek. Whenever it'd get too far downstream, I'd throw a big one in front of it and splash it back.

Finally I hit it, and smashed it into the mud bank. All the cruelty that had been possessing me disappeared, and I felt terrible.
 
Oh, I though these were going to be big things: I've sold several less common Smith revolvers. 3" 66, 3" CS-1, pristine 3.5" 27...........you get the idea. :(
 
When I was around 9 years old I found an old wooden milk crate and thought it would be a neat way to catch one of Grandmas' chickens. I tied a string to a stick and propped o up one end of the crate and scattered some seed corn underneath. A pullet got under the box and stuck her head out just as I pulled the string. Broke her neck. I panicked and buried her under a stack of firewood.
My younger brother and sister held it over my head for a couple of years. Everytime I tormented them I got I'm gonna tell Mom you killed a chicken! My brother finally followed through and told Mom. I was scared to death, but what a relief. :eek:
 
I was a teenager, maybe 13 or 14, and my parents weren't home. I decided to show my rifle to my friends. I put a can on a post and shot it. The bullet went through the can, through our garage, and into a neighbor's garage where he had his newly restored classic Lincoln sedan. I shot the fender on his car. He was white, and his wife was black. When he finally noticed the bullet hole, he didn't know where the car had been shot, but he assumed the gunshot to his car was racially motivated. He never knew that his car had been shot accidentally by the dumb kid next door.
 
yeah I got a story too

Bought my brother a BB/Pellet rifle when he was 12 or so, don't really remember. We were standing on the back porch, and we were trying to sight in the rifle. I had it, and then saw a couple of birds land on a wire between two utitlity poles, about 30-35 yards out and up a little bit (of course) and decided to take a shot at one of them. I just did it for sh**s and giggles, cause there was no way in hell I figured I'd hit one, and didn't care to hit one anyway. Well I nailed the poor sucker, right in the back of the head. Always felt bad about that one. Just one of the stupid things we do when we're younger.
 
I'm ashamed that I 'settled' when I married and regretted it every day of that miserable time.
Some lessons are learned the hard way.
 
Have you done something your ashamed of and always regretted...?

Of course I have. Frankly I believe that those who say they've lived their lives with no regrets are either lying or the most boring people on the entire planet.

And no, I'm not going into details.
 
Windjammer, your post reminded me of "Eulogy for an Owl" from "More of Paul Harvey's The Rest of the Story", by Paul Aurandt (ISBN 0-688-03669-4). I have most of these books and this is one tale I have read to my students many times.



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Man I have been waiting years to get this off my chest.
When I was a kid my Father gave me a new Sheridan pellet rifle and that thing would shoot.
Behind our house we had a wood lot and a gully that was full of rabbits and my thing was to hunt them after dark in the snow with a flashlight shooting them in the head by using their glowing eyes as a target, we used to have fresh rabbit about once a week.
Well one night I was out hunting and spotted a set of eyes like I had shot at so many times before so I lined up a pulled the trigger and heard a sound unlike any rabbit I had shot before.
It turned out to be the young neighbor lady's cat from across the street which I had just shot between the eyes and it now was carrying on like I probably would if I just got shot between the eyes, after I learned it was a cat I didn't have the heart to shoot it again so I burried it not know if it was alive or dead.
The neighbor lady looked for her cat for some time and finally gave up looking and finally moved to another house in the next town.
I think about this daily and have cats of my own and go out of my way to help and take care of any in need but sure wish there was some way to make this right, I still know the lady and think I should go a tell her what I did but I just can't bring myself to tell her.
 
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I think about this daily and have cats of my own and go out of my way to help and take care of any in need but sure wish there was some way to make this right, I still know the lady and think I should go a tell her what I did but I just can't bring myself to tell her.[/QUOTE]

Some things are best left unsaid... :-)
 
I think about this daily and have cats of my own and go out of my way to help and take care of any in need but sure wish there was some way to make this right, I still know the lady and think I should go a tell her what I did but I just can't bring myself to tell her.[/QUOTE]

Some things are best left unsaid... :-)[/QUOTE]

I think so too. It sounds like you have a good heart, and you definitely feel remorse. Don't beat yourself up anymore about this and move forward. Good luck and God Bless.

Dave
 
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