The day started out pleasant enough with walking the dogs as the sun was coming up. Carl walked the dogs around the front of our property, and I took the more scenic route in back. I had our boy Sam, and Toby on a leash and Hamlet tagging along behind us. Sheba, Rudi and CarrieAnne are always excited about our walking in this direction and ran ahead and out of site into the open field at the top of the hill. In the next moment, chaos erupted. I was about halfway up the hill when I heard voices and Sheba, and CarrieAnne came running back towards me, tails tucked underneath, both were looking back over their shoulders. Knowing something was wrong, I hurried up the hill and saw 2 bow hunters--One was picking up an arrow. I'm not sure what came flying out of my mouth next, but I can assure you it wasn't pleasant! They told me they were aiming at the deer, and not the dogs who had scared them off--I didn't and still don't believe them. It was a pretty heated 'discussion' in which I told them they were on private property and to close to our house. One informed me that hunting on private land is only illegal in Virginia if the property is posted with no trespassing or no hunting signs. I have to admit that I've never heard that. I then told them that I was going to check with the owner of the property who had given me permission to walk the dogs there. Not even the echo of my very raised voice could convince these two that they were doing something wrong or make them apologize.
With wobbly knees, my heart in my throat, and my blood boiling, I walked back towards the house. All three dogs had returned--I have to admit I'd forgotten about Rudi--Sheba remains unusually subdued and quiet. I'm not sure how serious these two hunters took an old lady in gray flannel pajamas with Golden Retrievers in tow, but I have a feeling the word might be out about the crazy lady on Mountain Road!
**As a final note, I will add that I am not against hunting, just against those do it irresponsibly--Like the two this morning.