True Story-
To the owner of the big green Ford pickup....You know who you are! I have nominated you for the "Trigger Happy Redneck Trophy Hunter for 2015" Congratulations smile emoticon
To the owner of the big green Ford pickup....You know who you are! I have nominated you for the "Trigger Happy Redneck Trophy Hunter for 2015" Congratulations smile emoticon
Fall is definitely here. The season of harvesting our gardens and preparing our pantries and freezers for a long, hard, bitter cold winter that history tells us lay ahead.
But here in Southern Oregon it's a little sweeter.
We can harvest even outdoor almost 9 months a year and hunting season is something the men of the Rogue Valley have done for generations. Each season is a tradition regenerated a honest weekend or two at least “out” with just the guys - and fellow hunting gals also :). So I greatly appreciate the Sport of hunting and of a “Real Hunter”.
We can harvest even outdoor almost 9 months a year and hunting season is something the men of the Rogue Valley have done for generations. Each season is a tradition regenerated a honest weekend or two at least “out” with just the guys - and fellow hunting gals also :). So I greatly appreciate the Sport of hunting and of a “Real Hunter”.
I was raised locally in Merlin, Oregon, and my Father is full blooded Native American Indian he was raised mostly up north in the Seattle and he “IS a proud hunter. Did I like it? Nope not at all infact I dreaded this time of year as a kid.
It never failed it happened every year that I can remember, and we never knew when. After a long walk home from our school bus stop, out of nowhere and when we least expected it. There it was hanging by its feet from “Our” tire swing because it was the biggest Oak tree in the yard. Dressed in a thin cottony like cloth sometimes with the head removed but most of the time that “Trophy” was proudly displayed. I was always so traumatized each season and for many years I went through a save Bambi strike and my parents couldn't get me to eat meat at all, but I would also get over it pretty quick or I would’ve starved because my father is a real hunter and filled his tag nearly every season. I am proud to say I learned a true respect for wildlife and more importantly for living with the wildlife.To this day he has only ever taken one worthy buck from our own property and it was on the last day of the season so he followed his instincts, filled his tag and harvested his game for his family.
I have just recently been bitten by the season once again. As an adult I am also a but of another kind. I respect nature to the fullest and choose to respect her in my own way. This beauty has been cruising through this location a couple of times daily to and from his trips to the nearby Rogue River. I saw him through a scope that had no cross-hairs. Just two days ago. So i’m glad I was ready and got at least these few pictures when I did. :) 
Because today sadly some “Trigger Happy Redneck Trophy Hunter” took him just because it was “Easy”!!!
I can imagine him proudly showing off his “trophy” to family and friends, If they only knew that his trophy had been living in the backyard of the very property he was born on and now killed on. You should be so proud of yourself ;-) good job!!!!!
So this message is to the owner of the big green Ford truck… You know who you are and I hope this message finds its way to your inbox. I’d just like to say that you give the name “Redneck” an entirely new meaning in the worst way. We’re talking deliverance standards in my opinion. It’s certain that you have no manners and have no never owned your own land or respect for any neighbors but that's ok.
I believe that timing and circumstances play an enormous influence in the life of each living being and I also believe in karma.
Best of luck to you !!!
Krysta Garrison
Wildlife Photographer
