bigrich wrote:i got a story for ya, was talking to a fellow urban hunter like myself , who was on a trip out bush and came across a late model SUV pulled over in the middle of nowhere . got out to see what the problem was , and they'd hit a roo. SUV was drivable , but the roo was smashed badly , couldn't move and was in obvious pain . old mate thought these city types might've freaked out over it being put down with a rifle , so he was going to give the roo mercy with a hammer from his tools . city types went phyco on him calling him sick and sadistic, while they were trying to get reception to call the rspca or whoever to save this animal . he just turned around , got back in his cruiser ,and drove off . some people's reality of the real world is pretty strange. wonder how they reacted when the vet or cops did turn up and euthanised it ?
Hey Rich, at the risk of being told that I'm just trying to go one better than you,,, Here's one almost identical that happened to me 16 years ago, that turned out to be absolutely hilarious.
I was in the process of moving house, and on a fairly remote section of road, when I came across one of those hire "Brits Vans" pulled over on the side.
And in the middle of the road was a huge old Red Roo buck with both legs smashed.
It was snarling and grunting and crawling around in circles.
The occupants of the van turned out to be an old retired couple of Germans who'd only arrived in Australia the day before, and up till then had never even seen a roo.
I got out and was cursing my luck,, because I had one of my firearms safes (complete with rifles) in the trailer,,, but no ammo at all because that was in the last load I'd already completed.
The only thing I had that I could use was one of a pair of Ex Army Tank Ratchet tie downs with a huge U shackle in one end.
I opened it up full length and swung as hard as I could to the back of the roos head.
Job done, I turned around to see poor old Frauline Grandma standing there in shock with the mouth wide open.
She could not speak a word of English at all, and hubby had very limited English.
I motioned to him to help me drag the roo off into the grass,, which he did, and after I checked to see if the van was driveable,, I said farewell, and as I drove off,, the old fella said "Danka,,Vee did not know vot to do."
As I continued on I had thoughts about the poor old lady having nightmares about Brutal Aussies and dangerous wildlife,,, or worse still,,, contacting the authorities to dob me in for cruelty to animals.
I never heard anything more about it though.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
And,,,,It's been proven,,,,, the most trustworthy females in my entire life were all canines.