My traditional opening day hunting site, the one I call One-two-eight Ridge, is utterly devoid of birds. I scouted it by parking along the highway under the cliffside access (access is a bit of an exaggeration) just before dawn and didn't hear any birds. The guy that owns the private land adjoining this tract of Forest Service stopped and gave me an earful. Apparently, about a week ago someone hiked up, jacklighted the birds in the tree in the dark and shot a bunch of them, leaving them to lay.
Yeah, I am impressed with their ever so strong, hairy chested, manliness. (I wonder how their short, tiny little hands could hold onto a gun, much less reach the trigger, or even how their tiny little delicate feet could have carried them to the roost site).
