I have received a lot of feedback from last week’s Struttin’ Time. To say that I was deeply touched would be an understatement. I want to take time to thank everyone for the thoughts, kind words, and prayers.
After returning from the doctor I learned that surgery was not needed at this time, that the three discs are inflamed and bulging, but not ruptured as first thought. That is the good news. The bad news is now that I know I will be better with-in the next few months, my hunting adventures will continue and my friends at The Mountain Eagle still will not get my stories by deadline, and I will still be leaning on my friends for places to hunt and things to write about. Well, I guess we can’t have it all.
Last week, I got a two-year-old longbeard — nothing to write home about. Now I need to tell you about a most unusual hunt I took last Thursday. I hunted emu. In case you don’t know what they are, they are first cousins to ostrich. Seems as though a game farm went out of business and the owner just opened the gates and let out all of the animals. There was a water buffalo with a calf, rams, goats, and of course the emu.
I got a call from a friend that the emu had taken up residence on his 400-acre farm and he wanted it gone. I assured him there is a law against everything, and releasing exotic animals was probably one of those things. I also cautioned him about killing the emu, or hunting it. To his surprise, and mine, their Department of Fish and Wildlife didn’t want anything to do with the animals that had been turned loose, as they don’t have control over exotics, just native wild animals. They advised him to contact the Department of Agriculture, where he was told officials had their hands full trying to deal with the water buffalo and her calf.
So they asked my friend to deal with the problem himself. He did. He called me. It was, without a doubt one of the hardest hunts I have ever been on. I’ll talk about the hunt more next week. Thanks again for all the calls and e-mails.