JimmyB62
03-31-09, 13:07
I work in Seattle but have a farm/ranch just west of Spokane. For those unfamiliar with the state, the two cities are 280 miles apart but they may as well be in different countries. Seattle is about as liberal as it gets, surpassed only by San Francisco and maybe Minneapolis. Where I'm at near Spokane it's rural county and my nearest neighbor on my side of the street is a mile and a half away. It's typically conservative ranch country.
Anyway yesterday I was doing some chores one of which was to get rid of some dead animals. My dog seems to find every dead critter within 50 miles and had been dragging them in for the last week. He accumulated a dead rabbit, cat, and even found a horse head. My neighbor's horse got hit by a car a few weeks back and the ground was still too frozen to bury it so he dragged it out back hoping the coyotes would find it. Obviously my dog found it.
So I grab a bag, put said animal parts in it and jump on the quad to bring the bag to an area I affectionately call the "dump." My plan was to bury the bag under some old broken concrete I had piled up out there so the dogs wouldn't get to it. I took the road instead of the trail to save some time. I had my AR slung across my back mostly just because, but I do see the occasional coyote and we have a new calf. There is usually little to no traffic on the road and the site of an ATV is not unusual anyway.
So I'm moving along with my bag of stink when I see a car approaching. As it nears I can see it's a Sheriff car. I've NEVER seen a Sheriff car on our road. I slow and he slows and it becomes obvious he's going to want to talk. He pulls up along side and asks if everything is OK, as he's looking at the AR. No big deal really since guns are a common sight out there. I tell him I'm just taking a short cut to the corner of my property. He looks like he's going to drive off when he gets a whiff of my bag which is now hanging off the rack. "What's in the bag" he asks..............I tell him it's a dead rabbit, cat, and uh, well, a horse head. There is a long moment of silence until I finally tell him the whole story. He gets a bit of a chuckle and is getting ready to drive off when my dog comes running up..............with a piece of horse leg in his mouth. He runs by both of us off towards the house with his new prize. "Is that your dog?" I lower my head and just nod. He shakes his head, tells me to have a good one and drives off.
If this had happened in Seattle I'd still be in jail. Gotta love country living.
Anyway yesterday I was doing some chores one of which was to get rid of some dead animals. My dog seems to find every dead critter within 50 miles and had been dragging them in for the last week. He accumulated a dead rabbit, cat, and even found a horse head. My neighbor's horse got hit by a car a few weeks back and the ground was still too frozen to bury it so he dragged it out back hoping the coyotes would find it. Obviously my dog found it.
So I grab a bag, put said animal parts in it and jump on the quad to bring the bag to an area I affectionately call the "dump." My plan was to bury the bag under some old broken concrete I had piled up out there so the dogs wouldn't get to it. I took the road instead of the trail to save some time. I had my AR slung across my back mostly just because, but I do see the occasional coyote and we have a new calf. There is usually little to no traffic on the road and the site of an ATV is not unusual anyway.
So I'm moving along with my bag of stink when I see a car approaching. As it nears I can see it's a Sheriff car. I've NEVER seen a Sheriff car on our road. I slow and he slows and it becomes obvious he's going to want to talk. He pulls up along side and asks if everything is OK, as he's looking at the AR. No big deal really since guns are a common sight out there. I tell him I'm just taking a short cut to the corner of my property. He looks like he's going to drive off when he gets a whiff of my bag which is now hanging off the rack. "What's in the bag" he asks..............I tell him it's a dead rabbit, cat, and uh, well, a horse head. There is a long moment of silence until I finally tell him the whole story. He gets a bit of a chuckle and is getting ready to drive off when my dog comes running up..............with a piece of horse leg in his mouth. He runs by both of us off towards the house with his new prize. "Is that your dog?" I lower my head and just nod. He shakes his head, tells me to have a good one and drives off.
If this had happened in Seattle I'd still be in jail. Gotta love country living.