by Laura Simpson
February 14, 2012
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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 one replied.
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 working.
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.
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.
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