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There aren't any words I can use on this forum to express what I think about people who commit these crimes. They probably have the nerve to call themselves "men".

Put them in a cage, one at a time, with a couple of big ol' hungry black bears. Let the others watch while they wait their turn with the bears.

Human garbage...just pure trash.
 
I have been on drive deer hunts a few times but never saw a dog touch a downed deer.I personaly only stalk hunt anymore .I can't imagine any of the hunters I know participating in that kind of activity.I say activity as it is certainly not hunting but they truly give anti hunting groups plenty of ammunition .
 
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There was a popular magazine ad running showing a (so called) hunter
packing out a big elk rack on his back. I wondered what did he do with
the carcass? One time hunting in Montana I came across the carcuss
of a big elk that had the rack removed, and the remainder left to rot.
I put these kind of trophy (so called) hunters in the same category as
these bear baiters.
 
Exactly like my first and last coon hunt.... dogs treed the coon.. coon shot outta the tree with a rifle... six dogs with a mouth full of coon pulling in opposite directions while it died...

Nah.... that's not the hunting i grew up on.

Same thing for me. BIL took me when I was about 17-18. We chased dogs for miles and miles. Finally they treed a coon, and the same thing happened. "Don't kill him, just knock him outt'a the tree so's he can fight these 3 dogs."

I thought it was cruel, and I never went back. I'm a hunter of deer, squirrel, dove, turkey and such, but my goal it to take them out with one shot, not torture the animal.

What has gotten into kids today, that would think of doing that to a poor bear? Sickening.
 
I'll never forget the look of glee on my uncle's face when his dogs would catch a groundhog out of its hole while they tore it to pieces. I looked at my dad and saw the disgust on his face. I wanted to puke. At that moment, I realized you cannot know what is going on in the mind of another person. I never felt affection for him again. I still remember the way the groundhogs attempted to get to safety while fighting for their lives. Disgusting isn't strong enough.
 
I've never really hunted deer any way but with dogs. I've never seen a dog do more than sniff at a dead deer, except one that would lay down across the carcass and give you a look as if to say..."Yea!! Look what I did."

I never knew a coon or fox hunter that even killed the animal. Run it with the dogs for a while, then put out the fire, and call in the dogs.
 
I never knew a coon or fox hunter that even killed the animal.

I coon hunted with two different guys back in '73. One was an ol' guy named Eustis. Eustis had a pack of five Black and Tan Coonhounds. Purebred, beautiful dogs, all bred by him. All Eustis wanted to do was turn his dogs loose, then sit around the campfire drinking moonshine and listening to the dogs track and bay. It was peaceful out in the woods on a chilly night, sitting at the fire, listening to the dogs and hearing Eustis's stories. When they treed, we'd go find them, leash 'em up, and head back to the truck. That was Eustis coon hunting. I enjoyed his company, and for some reason he seemed to enjoy mine.

Other guy was named Jackie. Everybody (except me) called him Jackie-Boy. I went with him and his brother Earl one time. Just that one time. It was Earl's first hunt with him, too. Jackie was your typical good ol' boy, a Bubba to the core from Gaston County. Ran two Redbones and one Black and Tan. He had a way of talking...bragging, actually...that set a person's teeth on edge. I regretted going on that hunt before we'd gone a mile from the truck. He liked to shoot the coon in the butt, knocking it out of the tree so the dogs could get at it, then he'd be jumpin' up and down whoopin' and hollerin', egging the dogs on. That finished the job of turning me against him. Even his own brother cussed him for it. I never went again. Earl called me up the next day, apologizing for his brother's behavior.

Just as an aside, Eustis is long gone now. I guess his line of Black and Tans died out with him. They were great dogs, perfectly marked and colored, and Eustis was a gentleman. And a gentle man.

And Jackie? I'm shaking my head thinking of him. He died in a car wreck. Fell asleep at the wheel on his way back home from a night of jacklightin' deer somewhere up past Forest City. Run off the road. A big American Beech tree did him in. True story. Karma? Not for me to say.
 
There was a popular magazine ad running showing a (so called) hunter
packing out a big elk rack on his back. I wondered what did he do with
the carcass? One time hunting in Montana I came across the carcuss
of a big elk that had the rack removed, and the remainder left to rot.
I put these kind of trophy (so called) hunters in the same category as
these bear baiters.
While I hope he kept it, it often takes 5 trips or 5 people to pack out an Elk. One per quarter and the rack and cape. You can cut it to 3 if you bone the carcass out.
 
The OP news story makes me sick too. That indulges a depravity for suffering that is disgusting...a lack of humanity.

IMO, it is extremely wasteful/disrespectful to leave an entire elk carcass behind. Hopefully the hunter was returning with assistance. So many good meals. Elk meat is delicious!
 
I haven't hunted since my dad died, he was my buddy, and I lost all desire to hunt without him.

The bear hunters will be punished, as they should be. As far as the elk there are a lot of variables to consider, I would much rather a bear, or other predator find an easy meal in the woods instead of getting close to people. Bears hanging out around population to find food is a disaster. Same for most predators, I would much rather a coyote found a easy meal in the woods compared to eating someones pet, or children.
 
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