There is a belief, and I am one of its proponents, which holds that all God's creatures have a purpose; a function they serve for the greater good. It is often the viewpoint of those who do not encounter nature on a regular basis, that things in the wild are evil or are lurking about seeking whom they may devour. It is the idea that the snake that bites the hiker awoke that morning and positioned itself in the perfect spot to deal out its evil plan of poisonous destruction. Bears crawl from their hibernation and the first thing on their minds is a blind rage infused rampage on all mankind. Of course these people are sadly mistaken. The snake bites man out of self preservation, the bear...well they do seem to be one walking juggernaut of fur, teeth, and claws...but in truth, just like the rest of us, they are just trying to survive. Self preservation is the highest indicator that life is sweet and must be maintained at all costs.
But, for the sake of discussion, what happens when your life is directly infringed upon by another of God's special creations? What happens if, say, a mouse...a small creature in the big scheme of things, finds its way into your home. And what would happen if the same tiny mouse were to find, out of all the potential munchies in all the rooms of your home, a stack of nice, clean Pheasant skins? What would be the impact, if, an angler such as myself were to go to his little slice of fly fishing heaven in the lower reaches of his domicile to find feathers strewn about, beads knocked across the table, and the skin of the Pheasants had been nibbled...or better yet gnawed. And what if, there were tell tale droppings scattered all over the table, chair, floor, without the slightest hint at modesty?
There might be some that would chuckle as they found holes chewed into each item contained in a brand new pack of thingamabobbers as if they were fruit ripe for the picking. Perhaps others may find a soft spot in their heart for the little one that apparently likes to build a nest out of the finest of dry fly dubbing. The most Godly of the bunch might be touched by the cork that had been nibbled, or the starling skin that had been wrestled with in some small scale donnybrook.
I wish that I were as kind, loving, and understanding as those people...but alas, I am not.
Two days prior to finding that my fly tying/ rod building cubbyhole had been effectively ransacked, my wife found what she believed to be the sign that at least one rodent might be present within our downstairs living area. We have lived here nearly eleven years and have never had the first problem of any kind with any creatures other than the stray wasp, a few gnats, and some amazingly colored moths that slip into our house at night as we enter the door. But this assumption of home invasion took a different twist when I went into my little area. It had been several days since I had been back there so the exact date of the crime is impossible to pinpoint; but the evidence was everywhere. I, began my war.
I told my wife to pick up some mouse traps, and she did, but the ones she bought were big enough to clamp down on things like rats, young opossum, and raccoon. In hopes that it might work, she set each of the four traps and the next morning each of them had been picked clean. So we purchased some more, but this time they were small, stealthy, quick, and hopefully...lethal.
Tonight when I came home from the office we went down to inspect. It is my solemn duty to inform you that our world is short two rodents, their bodies collected and disposed of with at least a modicum of dignity.
There are many things you can mess with. You can disrupt the peace and tranquility of my home with the minor inconvenience of rodent invasion. But when you mutilate some of the most beautiful Pheasant skins I have ever seen, and knock enough tungsten beads across the room to sink a battleship, I have no choice but to declare war, and when I go to war, I do not play.
I didn't tell my wife, but I saw a blacksnake around the utility room outside. Being someone who doesn't do snakes very well, I may just live and let live on this one...unless my wading gear is infringed upon.
But lets hope and pray that the battle of blacksnake ridge never comes to pass...
Did I mention that I don't do snakes?
But...if you've seen this DVD (which I highly recommend http://www.amazon.com/Once-Blue-Moon-Adventure-Lifetime/dp/B00284BVC2 )...perhaps there is something else I could do with the little fur balls.
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