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Major Dave (retired) · August 11, 2011, 04:46 PM

came slowly trotting down a gravel track in a public land hunting area, toward me during deer season, once.

He was wearing blue jeans and a subdued color jacket. I stood in the bar ditch, wearing blaze orange hat, bandanna, and vest. When he pulled up and stopped near me, I asked him if he knew it was deer season. He did. I asked him if he knew he was on a National Forest, open to hunting. He did. Did he understand that he and his horse were in danger. HE DID NOT.

He wasn't a hunter, lived nearby, and was just exercising his horse.

I gave him a large blaze orange colored bandana and instructed him to wear it on his hat or draped over his shoulders.

I felt a little better watching him trot away back the way he came.

August 11, 2011, 04:46 PM	#10
Major Dave (retired) Senior Member Join Date: March 12, 2008 Location: Between Dallas and Shreveport, LA Posts: 569	A horseback rider came slowly trotting down a gravel track in a public land hunting area, toward me during deer season, once. He was wearing blue jeans and a subdued color jacket. I stood in the bar ditch, wearing blaze orange hat, bandanna, and vest. When he pulled up and stopped near me, I asked him if he knew it was deer season. He did. I asked him if he knew he was on a National Forest, open to hunting. He did. Did he understand that he and his horse were in danger. HE DID NOT. He wasn't a hunter, lived nearby, and was just exercising his horse. I gave him a large blaze orange colored bandana and instructed him to wear it on his hat or draped over his shoulders. I felt a little better watching him trot away back the way he came. __________________ Artillery lends dignity to what would otherwise be but a vulgar brawl.