Comments on: THE “MOURNING” CROW

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Tue, 06 May 2008 20:15:00 +0000

Chaz, personally I could never kill anything bigger than a cockroach. Even mice get a kind and gentle exit from my home. But my dad and brother loved to hunt, that is until the day that they shot a buck on my dad’s cousin’s farm. They were so proud of their trophy; my brother had the antlers mounted, and my dad brought the venison home to feed the family. Unfortunately, the women in the family could not bear the thought of eating Bambi, so the family had only one meal of venison. But given that my parents were very frugal, they could not throw the meat out; I suspect they did not want the deer to have died in vain, either. They solved the dilemma by feeding the venison to our five-pound toy poodle, one meal at a time. It took years for him to finish off the deer, but finish it he did! And I think he enjoyed every last bite, too! Ev,tree hugger and proud of it

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Tue, 06 May 2008 12:20:00 +0000

Just maybe you can have your cake and eat it too.
Nature Lover

By: Charles Towne

Charles Towne — Tue, 06 May 2008 11:40:00 +0000

Dear Kindred Spirit,
You and Cherylp and Bowhunter are the sort of folks that I like to walk in the woods with. I love to see the expression of awe upon another’s face when they are exposed to something they have never seen before, perhaps a mama bear sitting on her broad rump while two cubs nurse contentedly. Thanks for the comments guys, keep ‘em coming. You have a nice day now ya hear, Chaz

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Tue, 06 May 2008 11:33:00 +0000

Chaz, It is interesting that we get people like Cherylp and bowhunter commenting on the same blog. I have been a hunter in the past and just lost interest but I must say that I have had some incredible experiences to see animals since I stopped hunting. It is almost like they, the animals sense that I am not there to do them any harm. I am like you in this sense Chaz, I don’t hunt anymore but I certainly don’t pass judgement on those that do.
Thanks for sharing,
A Kindred Spirit

By: Charles Towne

Charles Towne — Mon, 05 May 2008 02:15:00 +0000

Dear Bowhunter,
Point well taken. Just because I no longer choose to hunt doesn’t mean I condemn those that do.
It is a well proven fact that when left unchecked most species eventually reach the level of meltdown and through either disease or lack of food they began to die off. I have seen places where large numbers of deer yarded up in the winter and died en masse of starvation. No one in their right mind advocates that scenario.
Wisely harvesting a crop is simply good management.
Another point that many people forget or choose to disregard is that moneys from hunting and fishing licenses have paid for the research that has enabled many animals to survive as a species. We that choose not to hunt should never decry the hunters, who in my estimation enable the proliferation of game and non-game species.
Right now there are those calling for a hunting season for my friends the black bears. Frankly, I believe this is premature.
The sad thing is that there are those so called ‘animal lovers’ out there that are feeding the bears under the false assumption that they are doing them a favor. In reality they are causing the needless deaths of ‘habituated’ bears.
Hey Bowhunter, save me a nice piece of back strap will ya? Thanks for the comment, Chaz

By: Ron

Ron — Sun, 04 May 2008 23:53:00 +0000

WOW WHAT A AWESOME STORY, ONE CAN RELATE TO THIS IF YOU WERE AN AVID HUNTER. BEEN THERE DONE THAT, AND FELT LIKE YOU, AFTER SHOOTING SOMETHING, AND REGRETTING IT LATER, HOWEVER I NEVER HAD THE SAME EXPERIENCE YOU HAD, WHAT A AWESOME STORY INDEED, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK.

By: bowhunter

bowhunter — Sun, 04 May 2008 20:53:00 +0000

Your blog makes people think and that is good. However I kinda got the feeling with the other comments that there are a lot of peopleout there that killing any kind of animal for any reason is wrong. Up here in minnesota at the turn of the century it was estimated there were about 20,000 deer and with the influx of people and the cutting of the forests that population has grown to about 1,500,000. That is a lot of deer. With out proper management the population gets out of hand real easy. The same people that join p.e.t.a. and protest every year beating pots and pans in the forest during deer season are the first to scream when the pretty little deer eats their flowers or runs in front of their s.u.v.s I for one am a hunter and I eat what I kill. I believe that most hunters like me enjoy the wildlife as much if not more than the bleeding tree huggers. If I had’nt taken the time to go hunting I would never have experienced some of the things I have seen. Wonton waste and abuse is one thing but ethical management of our natural resourses is totally something else.

By: pipsqueek

pipsqueek — Sun, 04 May 2008 10:28:00 +0000

As always,Chuck,I have enjoyed your blog.
DW

By: Charles Towne

Charles Towne — Sun, 04 May 2008 10:03:00 +0000

Dear Turtle lover,
What is a little turtle pee between friends? Way to go!
But I wonder, so often we will go out of our way to help the four leggeds and yet we are so ready to speak harsh words, or perhaps show impatience, to the people we are living with.
Because of my wife’s illnes and her sometimes irrational behavior due to the dementia of Altzheimer’s disease, I find it altogether too easy to be impatient but perhaps that is just me. What is the worth of a soul? What is the value of a smile, a kind word?
Sometimes as humans we fail to see the need, the pain of those closest to us. Thanks for the comment. The next time I see someone on the side of the road rescueing a turtle I will think it is you and I will be one of those smiling and waving. Chaz

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Sun, 04 May 2008 09:47:00 +0000

Most of us don’t think of the consequences of our actions. I was on my way to the store the other day and a snapping turtle was crossing the road. I stopped my car and blocked traffic to move it from the danger zone. One driver drove past honking and cussing at me but the others, three or four vehicles, all gave me big smiles and hi fives.
The turtle peed on me.
What does it say about us when we refuse to perform random acts of kindness. I felt good about it in spite of the old grump that could only show what a miserable person he was
Turtle Lover