Just thinking: Legal Method?

[BamaProud]

I would say technically yes. I frequently bash a wounded doves head on my shotguns stock. I guess I am a repeat offender.

I would think there is some general law/reg about "intent" that covers things like this. You intended to kill it with the shotgun but only incapacitated it.

 

[BamaProud]

In deer season, can a Warden issue a ticket if a limb knocks off your orange cap...or you take it off to scratch your head?

 

[Vermin93]

Based on this, it would appear to follow, that blows by the hand or foot would also be an illegal method of taking game animals, else what's to stop Diamond Dave, for example, from "hunting" turkeys" via Judy Chop or Ninjy Chop?

Good point. However, it requires a point of clarification.

"Diamond Dave"

"Diemon Dave"

 

[Jcalder]

In deer season, can a Warden issue a ticket if a limb knocks off your orange cap...or you take it off to scratch your head?

Or fall and get mud all over your vest? :crazy:

I'd say, technically, yes. Realistically, no. BUT, the legalities of taking of game are very specific, however.

Guy I work with took his son hunting on a WMA. The son killed a deer and had drug it a ways. Upon getting hot he pulled his orange off to take off his coat. Out his orange back on and a game warden made mention of it. Said if he hadn't of seen it happen he could have wrote a ticket. They were there for other reasons but some GW take things way too far.

 

[BamaProud]

Here is another one that I have had to consider on more than one occasion.

If you dove hunt a lot you will inevitably lose a few birds. If you reach your limit, and on the walk out of the field find a dead bird, what do you do?

Leaving it could be Want and Waste, picking it up would be over the limit.

Once again I think it all comes down to intent and you pick it up hoping the Warden buys your story.

 

[scn]

What if, what if.

 

[Setterman]

Well I'm a poacher if you go by the rules.

I've told this story before, but it's worth another write up for humor value.

The hunt was pretty normal, afternoon I struck a pair of birds, they marched 200 yards into easy range. I pick the closer of the two and let the beat eat at 30 yards. Bird rolls, I get up and head that way. Get to the bird and much to my surprise he gets up, I've had this happen before usually no big deal. I calmly shoulder my gun, shoot and miss, in fact I miss 3 times, granted range was a huge problem seeing how I'm 10 feet from the bird which is running in a tight circle. At this point panic mode sets in, I'm outta shells and my fine bird is semi alive. I decide the best approach is to go for the tackle move, I hit the bird pretty square but he's got enough left to squirm free. Now he's running away versus a tight circle, keep in mind he's severely wounded with massive head trauma, but no broken neck.

It's now or never and I've got one chance left, I'm exhausted a pouring sweat. As he's running away I take an angle to cut him off and attempt the tackle maneuver again, this time I put everything I've got into it a leave my feet diving like Troy Polomalu at the injured bird. Perfect form and a perfect impact leads to me clutching the bird like a little girl holding her teddy.

Now it's a death struggle, bird is going crazy and I'm holding on with all I've got. I'm getting spurred all over mainly chest and stomach. At some point the bird gets its wings free and is flapping which is beating me to pieces. Finally I lose my grasp, which I didn't have a plan during the grasp to kill it, and I end up laying on my side in the leaves clutching to one leg while the bird flaps and kicks trying to get away. I frantically reach for a limb to beat it to death with and find one, I proceed to finish it off and literally laid in the leave for 15 minutes recovering before I even sat up.

When it was over I laughed about it all to myself and just wished someone else had seen that spectacle to get a good laugh as well. I did end up with several tears in my shirt and pants as well as numerous cuts a bruises.

So if the original question is considered poaching then I'm certainly a poacher

 

[AT Hiker]

"The men who stare at goats" style of psychological war fare would be my preferred method of harvest if I had a choice. Then I could claim road kill and never use any of my buck tags.

 

[X-Tennessean]

Funny you brought this up ! I can honestly say I experienced this scenario this past season here in Mo....
I was hunting a cut corn field one evening after work with a buddy of mine. We were in the doves pretty good and the 1st and 3rd bird I hit, I could not find, looked and looked with no luck. I picked up and moved about 100 yards and continued hunting. At the 13 mark I decided I would stop shooting and head back to the truck and wait for my friend to fill his limit. Yep.....I walked right up on the two that I could not find earlier (without even looking) in the hunt completing my limit !!
To be honest, I would have picked them up even if I had killed my limit before heading out. I don't believe in wasting and hope if checked the officer would have understood ! It would have been a gamble I guess.

 

[fredfred]

Well I'm a poacher if you go by the rules.

I've told this story before, but it's worth another write up for humor value.

The hunt was pretty normal, afternoon I struck a pair of birds, they marched 200 yards into easy range. I pick the closer of the two and let the beat eat at 30 yards. Bird rolls, I get up and head that way. Get to the bird and much to my surprise he gets up, I've had this happen before usually no big deal. I calmly shoulder my gun, shoot and miss, in fact I miss 3 times, granted range was a huge problem seeing how I'm 10 feet from the bird which is running in a tight circle. At this point panic mode sets in, I'm outta shells and my fine bird is semi alive. I decide the best approach is to go for the tackle move, I hit the bird pretty square but he's got enough left to squirm free. Now he's running away versus a tight circle, keep in mind he's severely wounded with massive head trauma, but no broken neck.

It's now or never and I've got one chance left, I'm exhausted a pouring sweat. As he's running away I take an angle to cut him off and attempt the tackle maneuver again, this time I put everything I've got into it a leave my feet diving like Troy Polomalu at the injured bird. Perfect form and a perfect impact leads to me clutching the bird like a little girl holding her teddy.

Now it's a death struggle, bird is going crazy and I'm holding on with all I've got. I'm getting spurred all over mainly chest and stomach. At some point the bird gets its wings free and is flapping which is beating me to pieces. Finally I lose my grasp, which I didn't have a plan during the grasp to kill it, and I end up laying on my side in the leaves clutching to one leg while the bird flaps and kicks trying to get away. I frantically reach for a limb to beat it to death with and find one, I proceed to finish it off and literally laid in the leave for 15 minutes recovering before I even sat up.

When it was over I laughed about it all to myself and just wished someone else had seen that spectacle to get a good laugh as well. I did end up with several tears in my shirt and pants as well as numerous cuts a bruises.

So if the original question is considered poaching then I'm certainly a poacher

My dad did almost the exact same thing but his bird was wearing his kill tag. Loosing the bird wasn't what he was most concerned about though. Somebody else killing it with his tag on it was what he was fighting to prevent