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Well, there is no question the affected did an excellent job camouflaging. If it can fool humans, the same with animals.
Actually, no. Camouflaging from humans is way easier than animals, they can pick out what's wrong way faster and easier and really see the slightest movement.
Actually, no. Camouflaging from humans is way easier than animals, they can pick out what's wrong way faster and easier and really see the slightest movement.
I've been in a layout blind in a corn field with my decoys in front of me and had other hunters walk by ten feet away and not see me.
That's an interesting point, I can see that go either way depending on the animal. Once you add smell and sound into the mix and the fact that most humans are disconnected from nature it gets even more complicated.
Can't resist sharing a favorite stupid/ignorant/irresponsible hunter story. Even better, it's actually a turkey hunter story.
I worked at a game management/public use area during college one fall. The state's F&G division had released turkeys onto the place years earlier and the powers that be had decided the best way to find out if a healthy turkey population had established itself was to hold a special permit limited hunt. IMO there were less dramatic ways to find that out, but no one asked for my opinion . Somehow it seems counterproductive to kill off the very things you were hoping to re-establish. Whatever. The habitat was now in great condition for turkeys and there was local excitement and anticipation.
The great day came and about 2 dozen permit holders showed up at the check station at the crack of dawn. My partner and I read out the rules, turned everyone loose into the brush with their shotguns, turkey calls, and gunny sacks, prepared our data sheets, calipers and specimen collection bags, and sat down to wait for their return. And waited. Over the next 4 hours, all but one eager beaver had trailed back to the station discouraged and disappointed. No one had heard, seen, or fired at a thing. But there was still one guy unaccounted for. We waited, waited, waited. As the sun set, we decided to start looking for him just in case he was totally lost or lying in a ditch with a broken ankle.
Just as we left the station, we spotted a man walking down the tractor trail toward us. It had to be him...he was dressed in camo, he was covered in mud, leaves, with a dirt-smudged face, exhausted, loaded gunny sack and gun butt almost dragging on the ground. We couldn't wait to hear his story.
"So, did you have any luck?"
"I sure did, but that danged turkey lead me on quite a chase! I kept calling and calling, it would answer but would never let me get within range. I followed that bird forever, through brambles, thickets, marshes, and rocks before I got a clear shot."
"Well, let's see this marvelous creature! We can't wait to collect all sorts of data off of it!"
He opens up his sack but what does he pull out? Not a turkey. Turned out to be a great blue heron instead.
How anyone could mistake one for the other was a mystery. On top of his exhausting day's walk, he had the privilege of paying a hefty non-game/illegal migratory bird fine for it. IMHO we should have made him eat it.
Those are the guys who make the rest of us look bad.
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. Somehow it seems counterproductive to kill off the very things you were hoping to re-establish. Whatever. The habitat was now in great condition for turkeys and there was local excitement and anticipation. 