Deere Dude
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I had a neighbor who hated my guts because I bought a 7 acre woods that butted against his 20 acre hunting woods. He owned a 10 acre open field next to me and the woods in back of me. He lived maybe 1/2 mile or more across the open field from me. I messed his hunting up and he was ugly about it because he was trying to buy the woods we bought.
We tangled a few times over the years but he was just aggravating on every matter.
I acquired a dog that looked like a jet black golden retriever and was a very good dog. He would stay on our property for the most part because he always wanted to be under foot. I penned him quite often and that is where his house was and he was good with that. But we would let him out most days.
One day after watching a football game I went outside at 3PM and hollered for him to no avail. After looking all over, down the road and around the block I came home. One more walk around the house I saw him in the fence line 20 feet from the house. He was shot. It was deer hunting season. I followed the blood trail in the 6" of snow we had and he was shot maybe 100-150 feet from the house in the middle of an open field and dragged himself to the fence line and died. It wasn't an accident with a black dog in the middle of a white field and there were no deer tracks so he wasn't chasing anything. He just liked to go and lounge around in the sun and watch the traffic a quarter mile away.
Me and my wife dug a hole in a marsh in front of the house and buried him. After a few hours of grieving I called the sheriffs dept. A deputy came out and was very sympathetic to our cause. He went over and asked the farmer who I was sure shot him because he was protective of his property.
The cop came back and said the mad denied it, of course, and had a gun leaning up the wall in his front porch so the deputy was cautious. He said he couldn't do anything and nobody was going to admit anything and I understood that.
A couple days later he stopped out again and told us he made a traffic stop and he recognized the name and happen to be the farmers boy. The deputy asked about the dog shooting and the boy acted real sheepish but wouldn't admit anything either. Later on I heard he was bragging or talking about his deed in school but I didn't pursue anything.
But I surely considered escalating the situation dramatically but after I calmed down I thought I better let it go.
Maybe it was my fault for not keeping him locked up because I knew it was deer hunting season but everything was so quiet it never dawned on me to lock him up.
We tangled a few times over the years but he was just aggravating on every matter.
I acquired a dog that looked like a jet black golden retriever and was a very good dog. He would stay on our property for the most part because he always wanted to be under foot. I penned him quite often and that is where his house was and he was good with that. But we would let him out most days.
One day after watching a football game I went outside at 3PM and hollered for him to no avail. After looking all over, down the road and around the block I came home. One more walk around the house I saw him in the fence line 20 feet from the house. He was shot. It was deer hunting season. I followed the blood trail in the 6" of snow we had and he was shot maybe 100-150 feet from the house in the middle of an open field and dragged himself to the fence line and died. It wasn't an accident with a black dog in the middle of a white field and there were no deer tracks so he wasn't chasing anything. He just liked to go and lounge around in the sun and watch the traffic a quarter mile away.
Me and my wife dug a hole in a marsh in front of the house and buried him. After a few hours of grieving I called the sheriffs dept. A deputy came out and was very sympathetic to our cause. He went over and asked the farmer who I was sure shot him because he was protective of his property.
The cop came back and said the mad denied it, of course, and had a gun leaning up the wall in his front porch so the deputy was cautious. He said he couldn't do anything and nobody was going to admit anything and I understood that.
A couple days later he stopped out again and told us he made a traffic stop and he recognized the name and happen to be the farmers boy. The deputy asked about the dog shooting and the boy acted real sheepish but wouldn't admit anything either. Later on I heard he was bragging or talking about his deed in school but I didn't pursue anything.
But I surely considered escalating the situation dramatically but after I calmed down I thought I better let it go.
Maybe it was my fault for not keeping him locked up because I knew it was deer hunting season but everything was so quiet it never dawned on me to lock him up.