October 10, 2015 12:48 PM
“I don’t think that’s legal,” he said, referring to the rope and sign I’d strung up across the entrance to my camp: “Campsite Occupied. (Dead End)”.
I didn’t have a leg to stand on, so I told the truth.
“I just got tired off all the trucks driving in here, seeing my rig, and turning around and heading out.”
Neither hunter liked that answer much and gave off the vibe that this was their forest as much as it was mine and wandered down along the stream to kill some ducks.
While they were gone, I thought about “their forest as much as mine” and realized they weren’t doing anything wrong—indeed, that I was (the Ascetic surrenders to circumstances/Her will)—so I walked over and took down the rope and sign. And in doing so, I knew I’d be leaving in the morning.
I have mixed feelings on hunters.
Like the fisherman, I love that they are doing what they love.
What I don’t like though, is that they love to hurt living things.
I love the Life Force that moves as Love through them. I just don’t like how their minds bend that Love to such a dark activity.
I broke camp this morning when—at 5:30am—three truckloads of hunters parked next to my rig to gleefully massacre every duck they could find.
I’m happy they are happy. I’m just not happy with what they are happy about.
Like I said, I have mixed feelings.
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