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As I arrived at the small diner outside of this sleepy old village I scoffed at the trophy hunting flyer hanging on the bulletin board. "Huge money prize to the largest buck!" I read the last line with a scowl I hated trophy hunters and could not believe I picked the same weekend to go hunting myself as a scheduled trophy hunt.
Yes I hunted but I did it right, it wasn't about the prize for me it was being in nature, yes I would kill a deer if the opportunity arose but not for a trophy, I took everything home the meat of course, trophy hunters wouldn't even take that but I also took the hides and antlers even larger bones, some I would use in artwork yet to be created, other times I would donate them to an old native American friend of mine to be used in his ceremonial dances, I tried to be respectful, I didn't kill just to kill, so even I had bad feelings about the trophy hunt going on the same weekend.
As I sat myself in an open booth I saw the two native girls sitting at the counter talking with the server who was also of native decent, all quite common for around here, a native reservation bordered the town so they often fought with out of town hunters who tried hunting on their land. I couldn't blame them so I kept my head low and ate my breakfast when I overheard them mention a protest against the trophy hunters, I gently raised my head to listen a bit closer.
"If we picket the grounds before they enter the woods we can show our dislike towards there presents here" said one girl. As I listened to her I stopped to actually look at her she was a beautiful woman mid to late twenties maybe, probably 5'6" kind of chubby and shapely she had on tight form fitting jeans and a leather halter top with fringe hanging from it, I thought how clichΓ© of her to be wearing that being native herself but damn she looked good in it, her breast were very ample and her hair deep brown and pulled back in a ponytail nearly reaching her butt.
the other girl looking similar closer to 6' tall, thinner but just as shapely as her friend, she too had form fitting jeans and wore a tight t shirt with a single red feather painted on the back of it, her hair as black as her shirt done in a tight braid that stopped mid back on her.
"Now you two are going to get in some serious trouble if you go past there" stated the server who was easily in her 50s "I already told you stick to the protest held at the rest area! Red feather I mean it!" she held a steady gaze at the girl in the black shirt and I realized the painted feather was actually her name, she scoffed as she slammed her fist on the counter turned and headed for the door
"com'on two moons" she said in a firm tone as the other young girl started behind her. Red feather made eye contact with me then yelled in anger "your here for the hunt aren't you!" I kept my cool and began to answer before the server interrupted and sent the girls away, red feather again scoffed and barged out the door. The server came up to me and apologized said the girls, well the whole tribe was upset that people kept coming and hunting on their land, I assured he I was not one of them and that I followed both the written and unwritten laws of the lands.
she gave me a gentle smile as I paid my bill and made for the road.
I drove past the rest area I noticed the stream of signs warning hunters of their trophy hunts some politically correct others downright nasty, I couldn't help but agree with them I didn't like the trophy hunters either, as I got to the turn off I saw what looked like a Indian war party, men and women in full battle garb protesting and picketing in front of the road, I smiled as traffic slowed to a stop and rolled down my window to hear hunters proclaiming it was not worth the effort and turning away, a few went in against the disapproval of the protesters but more were leaving than staying.
as I pulled up to the gate a huge man stuck his head in my window demanding to know my purpose for being there, I assured him I was not there for the trophy hunt but was headed north of their land and would be camping a few days there, with hesitation he let me threw, as I drove several miles down the bumpy road I came up to the spot where vehicles without four wheel drive would not dare enter, the rough road became hardly distinguishable so as I got out to secured my load tighter on top of my suv before attempting to navigate the terrain.
I was shocked and scornfully greeted by 4 women who appeared out of the trees, I immediately recognized red feather and two moons from the diner the other girls were not familiar or friendly at all, one held a rifle at her side the other what looked to be an ancient bludger capable of crushing a man's skull for sure. I attempted to make small talk when red feather interrupted me,
"so you are here for the hunt I knew it!"
no I calmly replied in case you didn't notice the trophy hunt is on the other side of the mountain I said I'm no trophy hunter. One of the other girls spoke up, a tall girl mid 30s chubby like two moons with very plump breast standing at full attention behind a tight black tank top, a bone beaded collar necklace, split braids of dark brown hair and holding a rifle like she honestly knew how to use it.
" I guarantee you he's one of the damn hunters that sneaks around and comes on our land from behind! Where they think we can't see them!"
I think you're right said red moon as she pulled a large knife from a sheath behind her back, I honestly began to worry a bit, just then a bright green truck with flashing lights came roaring up the road behind us! All the girls melted back into the forest as a game warden stepped from the truck. I breathed a sigh of relief as he asked if I was ok, he told me there might be some trouble up here at the pass and figured on checking it out, he warned me to stay clear of the reserve for my own safety I agreed as he waited for me to get going before leaving back the way he came.