Fox Shoots Hunter

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A hunter became the hunted after a fox shot him with his own gun.
A man was hunting a fox in Grodno, Belarus, a picturesque farming region near the border with Poland popular with hunters.
The man shot the fox from a distance, but the creature was still alive. So the hunter tried to kill the fox with the butt of his gun.
As recounted by a police officer called to the scene, “The animal fiercely resisted and in the struggle accidentally pulled the trigger with its paw,” shooting the hunter in his leg.
The fox made its escape while friends took the injured man to hospital.
One official said: “I have never heard of anything like this before. The hunter couldn’t believe it either. He was in shock.”
The 40-year-old hunter asked for his name to be withheld to save his embarrassment.
True story. Go, fox!
[Source: Daily Mail, Jan 15, 2011]
~Eowyn, vegetarian

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0 responses to “Fox Shoots Hunter

  1. Good on the fox! It’s simply the most mindless hunting to pursue a fox, might as well slaughter otters! I write as a former hunter who ate and used everything he killed, even tanned the hides, used antlers for handles, etc.
    “The unspeakable,” remarked Oscar Wilde over the English custom, “in pursuit of the inedible.”

    • “even tanned the hides”
      Seriously, Joseph, is there anything you don’t/can’t do? You’re a man’s man!

      • OK, what happened was I spent 2.5 yrs on 80 acres in the redwood bush about 21 miles from Garberville, CA, back in the mid-Sixties, invited there by Anthony James Tuck, son and heir to the Atlas Furnace, SF CA fortune, etc. I had a large veg garden, raised rabbits for meat [and developed a new strain, which years later I heard were nick-named “Mendocino Meaters” and Humboldt Heavies” by the locals!], and lived in a very basic logger’s cabin, all wood, no insulation, etc., etc.
        We also kept dairy goats, sheep, ducks, two turkeys, two hundred hens [ate the roosters, males don’t last long on a farm!], and Chinese White geese, very beautiful, smart critters. Otters and fox lived all around me, as our cabin was backed unto [damned near fell into!] the Mattole River! Eventually the fox started getting some of the chickens. I sold hen eggs and rabbit meat, also traded rabbit meat pound for pound w/the sisters at the Redwood Nunnery down the road for the cheddar cheese they made. We learned to make goat yogurt and cheese [think soft white cream cheese], and all three of my two girls, one boy were raised on their mother’s milk and goat milk, which is nutritionally far superior to cow’s.
        I also learned to hunt well, mostly deer and some feral goats. We had to use everything because we wanted to learn to survive if our Western-style electro-mechanical way of life collapsed. That’s also when I got started on gold & silver matters, but let’s leave that for now…. You now know the ultimate source of my libertarian, back-to-the -land/Creation, core Christian means and ways.
        When I immigrated to BC in August 1969, I didn’t want to be a debt slave, so I was determined to pay for my land title and make do w/o amenities until I was financially secure and my new family was safe. In April 1970 I bought 40 good acres in the Interior, near Winlaw, BC [couldn’t find it, could ya!], for C$ 3,500, leaving me the rest of my savings, $1,500 to get by on for the rest of the year.
        That was possible, provided
        1. we forego BC Hydro hook-up and get by on wood, coal, kerosene, and solar hot water via black poly pipe on the hillside, and
        2. I built a large, double-walled root cellar stocked w/hundreds of pounds of veg from our huge garden, and of course we raised all the above critters plus we learned to cope w/coyotes, one grizzly [out of his/her territory], many deer, one or more lynx [no cougars], and way too many black bear for the next eight years.
        3. I cleared an acre w/two man crosscut saws [no chainsaw until six years later] and started an orchard; we also built a large log cabin using a draft horse to skid the logs. When the horse wore out we hoisted our pants, gird our loins, and we filled in as work animals!
        True, at times I wondered where my college preparation as an instructor in Comparative World Literature [German language and World History minors] had led me, but who was I to question what the Lord/Heaven had laid before me as destiny?
        Anyhow, eight years later and two kids later [ours, not the milk goats!], we moved to a new forty acres, where I broke down and had BC Hydro there from the First Day of the Rest of Our Lives. Let me tell ya we were extraordinarily healthy, strong, and did everything because we simply could –and sometimes had to!
        Friends, life is so very much more complex and enriching than fiction ever can be! Write if you get work….

  2. I just love when the prey reacts and teaches the predator a lesson. That was a lesson about humility. Sorry to think the poor fox was hurt in the incident. GO FOX, I’m totally on the Fox’s Team!!!

  3. Three cheers for the fox!


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