This almost seems to be a daily occurrence up here in Maine. A hunter shoots himself, shoots a friends, shoots a stranger, suffers a heart attack or — this time — falls out of a tree while hunting.
Up in Belgrade, Maine, a hunter was up in a tree with his muzzle loader when he either fell asleep, got too drunk, or suffered some kind of medical crisis. The end result was a trip to the local hospital with a broken hip and broken back.
The good news is that whatever he was aiming to kill got away to live another day.
Could this be God’s way of telling men to stop the slaughter?
Or maybe it is just karma.
#1 by Dave Lockman on December 27, 2011 - 2:53 pm
Hey, Rake! Still using your “blog” to celebrate the injury of your fellow man I see. Well, I wanted to let you know that my hunting buds were able to kill 12 deer so far this season between the 4 of us. And, to make it right, we dedicated everyone of them to you. How can I send you the photos?
#2 by Rake Morgan on December 28, 2011 - 11:40 pm
You and your killer friends are decimating a deer herd already in crisis in Maine. Read “A Hard Place to Grow Deer” in the Jan/Feb issue of Yankee magazine. You pretend to be “helping” these animals when all you are doing is playing god, and doing a piss-poor job at it. Please tell your wife to contact me when you blow your head off or when one of your drunk hunting buddies shoots you. I’d love to send her a sympathy card. Perhaps I will even run a “Dead Hunters” page here in your honor.