by Laura Simpson,
February 14, 2012
Written by Diane
Weisenberger of Hessen, Germany
Push-through hunt -- that is what
Druckjagd means in German and the local paper said it was coming to my neck
of the woods. Deer, boar and foxes would be surrounded in the forest, then
pushed into the paths of guns, the veritable carpet bombing of precious
I spent two days writing to animal protection groups,
trying to drum-up some intervention -- "A flashmob," I suggested -- but no
Time for direct action. The morning of the hunt, I rode
my Hercules moped towards the hunters. "Here's your bravery test," I
whispered into my helmet, then plunged past the armed men and into the
hunting corridor. Dulled warning whistles met me up and down the paths.
Angry men in green and red waved me off frantically, but silently.
It Was Working!
Up and along the trails I rode, gunshots firing north and south. I wanted
them to worry about me -- to hesitate in shooting their prey. And it was
A huge buck thundered into my path, just feet ahead,
running for his existence and in the right direction. I rode behind him
until he was safe, past the furious hunters shouting with their hands, "Get
out of here!"
Then a panicked young deer, then four more. It was too
easy to see them. Bravery test again. I slipped the moped between them and
the killers, and again pushed my hoofed cousins to safety. No more shots
were heard from that direction.
All It Takes is a Spark
The forest was huge and the push-through hunt thorough. Many fellow
Earthlings, beautiful deer, foxes and boar, were successfully murdered that
day. All were terrorised. But -- five beautiful deer escaped, and many deadly
shots were withheld because of my presence.