Alice and I went out to get the absolute, this is the last, load of firewood today. We now have almost a 3 year supply if we give some to our kids; and probably a four year supply if we don't. On our way back down the hill, Alice says "Look, there is a bear". I stopped the truck and backed up the hill a bit. Sure enough, there was a youngster just sitting, literally, there. I got out the camera and was preparing to take a photo. When he did not move when we backed up, we suspected that there might be something wrong.
I got out of the truck to stir him up, and he tried to take off. I say tried because his back end was not working at all...... the only thing he could do was to drag himself through the forest. Reluctantly, and with much soul searching, I got the rifle from the truck and went up to him. It seemed as though he must have been hit by a truck. His whole back end was pretty much shattered. So I did the only humane thing that I could. I could have called the COs, but they most probably would have said to leave him, or if they agreed to come , would have made it next week.
He really was in pitiful shape and no matter how much you tell yourself that it will be a lot less painful this way [rather than the coyotes or cougars getting him], it still bothers and upsets me that I had to do it.
And then I heard the last of my mothers sisters, my last aunt, passed on today.
Sorry for the downer post. Do not know what to say.
Fair winds, calm seas, sunny skies
Mikie
I got out of the truck to stir him up, and he tried to take off. I say tried because his back end was not working at all...... the only thing he could do was to drag himself through the forest. Reluctantly, and with much soul searching, I got the rifle from the truck and went up to him. It seemed as though he must have been hit by a truck. His whole back end was pretty much shattered. So I did the only humane thing that I could. I could have called the COs, but they most probably would have said to leave him, or if they agreed to come , would have made it next week.
He really was in pitiful shape and no matter how much you tell yourself that it will be a lot less painful this way [rather than the coyotes or cougars getting him], it still bothers and upsets me that I had to do it.
And then I heard the last of my mothers sisters, my last aunt, passed on today.
Sorry for the downer post. Do not know what to say.
Fair winds, calm seas, sunny skies
Mikie
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