Just when you thought you’d heard everything…
From the Associated Press:
Just when you thought you’d heard everything…
From the Associated Press:
I don’t quite understand why a Rhode Island man felt compelled to walk through Providence holding a box that contained a live bat, but he obviously got something out of it.
Unfortunately, he apparently also felt compelled to show the bat to people. And, naturally, it bit someone. Rabies scare!
A few weeks ago I got a letter from one of my readers. Robert J. Brown of Rosedale, W.Va., is obviously a pretty spry 78-year-old. He tells in the letter how he managed, on two separate occasions several years apart, to catch a wild turkey. Not kill, catch. Here’s Mr. Brown’s letter:
That’s OK, Mr. Brown. You seem to do just fine without a gun.
Steven Barker of Battle Creek, Mich., went for a Friday stroll and ended up in the hospital — put there by a member of the local whitetail herd.
According to the Battle Creek Enquirer, Barker was walking along Lakeshore Drive when he paused to allow several deer to cross the path in front of him. He paused for about 15 seconds and continued on.
He apparently didn’t see three deer trailing the rest. Bystanders say the deer struck Barker and knocked him down.
Barker suffered a head injury and was taken to a local hospital in critical condition. His condition was later upgraded to serious.
A managed deer hunt in a Fort Wayne, Ind., park turned tragic when a wounded deer apparently kicked a hunter trying to finish it off with a knife.
Authorities found Paul J. Smith, 62, of Fort Wayne, unconscious and seated against a tree. Smith died shortly afterward, despite attempts to revive him.
The complete story is here, in the Fort Wayne Journal Gazette.
Hat tip: J.R. Absher at The Outdoor Pressroom.
I don’t know which is more amusing — the notion a of a cougar stored in a freezer, or amusement that some busybody decided to report it to police rather than questioning the owner.
From the Associated Press:
Kurt Price will never be able to savor the sweet taste of having his name immortalized a book of fishing records.
He’ll have to settle for the flavor of sea bass.
The 25-year-old Welshman devoured his chances of making the record book when he fileted and ate the rather large sea bass he’d caught from the lquay at Tenby, Wales. The record for shore-caught sea bass is 19 pounds, 11 ounces. After examining the photo of Price holding his catch, authorities believe Price’s fish would have eclipsed the record.
The full story is here, in the London Daily Mail.
Price’s sad tale reminds me of the time when I visited West Virginia’s Division of Natural Resources headquarters to interview a DNR official. The official’s secretary was all a-twitter because she was preparing to call a Marmet man who had caught a 10-pound paddlefish — a real rarity back in those days. She planned to ask the man to pose with his catch for a photo in Wonderful West Virginia magazine.
When the man answered, she launched into her spiel: “Hello, this is Alpha Gerwig of the state Division of Natural Resources. We understand you caught a paddefish, and we’d like to take a picture of you and the fish for our magazine.”
(Pause, followed by wide-eyed astonishment)
“You…….ATE……it?”
Yep, he sure did. Just like Kurt Price.
One of the benefits of living in West Virginia is that it’s too darned cold here for pythons to ever invade the state.
Florida isn’t so lucky. Pythons imported for the pet trade have established a toehold — er, bellyhold — in the Everglades and are feasting on the wildlife there, including deer. From the Associated Press:
On second thought, pythons would never threaten the deer population here. They’d choke on our larger whitetails, which comfortably average more than 100 pounds.
The good folks at the Missouri Department of Conservation certainly can’t be accused of lacking humor.
The agency’s Information and Education wing operates a blog called “Fresh Afield.” In it, they share tidbits of information of interest to hunters, anglers and nature lovers.
Imagine their readers’ surprise when they logged onto the site recently and found a warning about the Show-Me State’s latest invasive species threat:
Zombies.
The agency’s bloggers went all-out, even to the point of including Photoshopped images of zombie-like characters appearing to threaten a hunter in a tree stand. For that one post, the witty information specialists even changed the name of the blog from Fresh Afield to “Flesh Afield.”
I can’t do full justice to the authors’ cleverness with a simple description. Check it out for yourself and enjoy a good laugh. All in good Halloween fun, of course.
Hat tip: J.R. Absher at The Outdoor Pressroom.
Somebody would have to be really, really stupid to try to shoot a hawk with a nail gun.
Somebody in San Francisco is really, really stupid. Fortunately, the hawk shot by that stupid person survived — and now that wildlife rehabilitation experts have captured the bird, it’s recovering.
From the Associated Press: