The actions of some

The actions of some people never cease to amaze me. Their gall,
ignorance or lack of respect for other people defies logic. For
example, handicapped parking at malls, movies, sporting events,
grocery stores and just about anywhere else I go is clearly marked
and reserved for those in need. Nevertheless, there is always
someone who has to dash into a grocery store or the mall for “just
a second” and they think nothing of parking their car in a spot
reserved for handicapped people. Fortunately, police in our area
regularly check these spaces for violators and issue tickets
accordingly, and for that I applaud their efforts to make these
louts pay.

Even more galling is what I see when I go to the grocery store.
A person with a legitimate right to park in one of these
handicapped spots does so and walks into the store. They get a
cart, walk around the store, do their shopping, go through the
checkout, walk out of the store to their car, load their groceries
and then leave the cart in the handicapped parking area so the next
person must move it before they can park. The only thing going
through my mind when I see this – and I see this frequently, I
might add – is stupidity and selfishness must qualify as a
handicapping condition.

It doesn’t end there. This past archery season I got up shortly
after 4 a.m., dressed, had my coffee and drove the 18 miles to my
hunting site. After arriving, I went through my usual routine of
putting on my safety vest and checking the connections before
grabbing my bow for the quarter-mile walk to my stand.

Since there’s a small creek flowing through the area, I have no
need for a light because I simply walk along the creekbank until I
arrive at my stand. All was well that morning. The stars were out,
there was a light frost on the ground and, because of the cool
temperature, I was optimistic about seeing deer.

Arriving at my stand site, I felt along the tree trunk for my
haul line and couldn’t find it. That wasn’t an unusual occurrence
and I wasn’t concerned since the wind sometimes blows the line
around the tree trunk or up into a low-hanging branch. After
feeling around in the dark for a while I gave up and took out the
small light I carry for such minor emergencies.Still, I couldn’t
find the haul line, which was attached to my treestand. Shining the
light up in the tree, I discovered why I couldn’t find my stand. It
was gone. Someone stole my stand, my expensive safety rope and the
strap-on steps I use to climb the tree. It can be argued that I
should have locked my stand in place and, in retrospect, I plead
guilty. However, I was on private land and, according to the
landowner, I was the only one to whom he gave permission to
hunt.

Usually I place two stands in that location in order not to be
hampered by the wind, but this past season I opted to place one of
them in another area of the farm about two miles away.

So, there I stood in the pitch dark with nowhere to go. It was
getting light and I was getting angry. I thought about how
carefully I chose this spot and about the amount of work I did to
make this location bowhunter-friendly. I thought about getting up
and driving a half hour for nothing and I thought about what kind
of person would take another man’s equipment. I have other stands
and I’ll get another rope, but rest assured, it will be locked in
next year. As I said, the action of some people never ceases to
amaze me.

 

Categories: New York – Mike Raykovicz

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