One of the most baffling and strangely frightening stories I’ve ever heard was told to me by a friend who is an avid outdoorsman. The guy has lived in Los Alamos County for almost his entire life and has spent a large amount of that time outdoors. He’s a hunter. But instead of hunting deer and elk, he prefers to hunt “varmints” in general and coyotes in particular.
This guy and his hunting partner were up above the Quemazon subdivision on what remains of Pipeline Road. The two of them had been out since long before dawn. They were using their scopes to track their next target when only a few yards away from their quarry they spotted a splash of pink and blue bobbing through the field. It was a young woman jogging all by herself with earbuds in, completely oblivious to what was going on around her.
Now, there are a lot of fingers that you could point when it comes to this story. First off, for the record, my friend and his hunting partner packed up and headed back to their vehicle in order to leave the area. Not only did they leave the area, they quit for the day. He said it was not only startling, but outright scary to have a human wander into his rifle scope in that situation.
The hunters were on public land hunting coyotes. They were an appropriate distance from any human dwellings and were shooting in a safe direction. Coyote hunting is legal all year round no matter the time of day in New Mexico. Coyotes are considered “non protected fur bearers”. They’re also nuisance animals and are part of the “varmint” population. Consider that for a moment. It is legal to hunt coyotes during all seasons on any public land in New Mexico. While there are obvious precautions to take as a hunter when choosing where you’re going to hunt coyotes, when does it also become the responsibility of the average civilian who chooses to go running or mountain biking out on public lands to know what you might run into out there?
Two weeks ago, our topic leaned more toward situational awareness related to sharing our local terrain with wild animals such as deer and whatever might hunt them. If you’d like to read more about that, just click here. This week, I’m focused more on common sense and situational awareness.
Going back to the jogger who accidentally stumbled into the rifle scope of a local hunter, I really identify with this poor woman. I love to run! I go with friends and I go by myself too. Sometimes I take my dogs, and other times I don’t. But the idea that I might find myself literally in the crosshairs is something I’d never thought of before!
It’s easy to point the finger at the hunter, but what about the jogger? She was running in the National Forest with earbuds in. The hunters had been out for hours, likely since before she even rolled out of bed. They’d been successful. That meant there’d been sporadic gunfire that morning. Did she hear it? If she did hear it, did she think about what it might mean? And what about the fact that there was a coyote only a few yards away from her path completely unconcerned about the human wandering by?
Los Alamos is NOT suburbia. This community is a unique and wild place to live. We are on the edge of the wilderness. Not an urban wilderness, a real live forest. When I was growing up here, it wasn’t uncommon for people to get lost when hiking or hunting. Search and rescue was called out, and hopefully they were found. Hikers used to take day packs full of emergency gear in case of getting lost or having to take shelter because of a sudden change in weather. And if you went off roading in one of the canyons, there was probably a chance of breaking something or getting stuck and having to walk out on foot or spend the night in your vehicle trying to stay warm and alive.
A second baffling story happened only this past summer at the Sportsman’s Club in Rendija Canyon. There are several public trails that skirt the ranges down there. It’s not unusual to find a variety of trail users since you can leave your vehicle and head out from a parking lot just down the dirt road from the club.
During a typical Sunday morning Trap Shoot, (shotgun sporting for those who aren’t into that sort of thing) one of the club officers who happened to be on the property got a bizarre phone call from someone claiming to be down range.
Of course, the officer immediately shut down all operations at the club. All live fire was stopped and weapons were cleared as is standard procedure for that kind of emergency. The officer and several other members got into a vehicle and headed out toward the very edge of the range in order to find out what was going on.
As it turned out, a young man had been running out in Rendija Canyon by himself. He stated he’d been startled by a cow. He went on to say that the cow had run one direction, and he’d fallen while trying to run in the other direction. He’d twisted his ankle in the skirmish and by the time the club members found the man, he’d removed his shoe and was hopping on one foot trying to find help.
In a bizarre twist, the injured runner had stumbled upon the boundary of the Sportsman’s Club and had started calling the contact numbers listed on the sign in hopes of finding help.
Stop for a moment and digest this story. How lucky was this young man? He had nothing with him and obviously wasn’t prepared for getting injured. When his rescuers asked him where he had left his car, he couldn’t remember. Probably because of shock. His foot immediately swelled when he took his shoe off, which meant he couldn’t get it back on. The odds of his cell phone working while in that canyon were dicey at best. And it’s rather fortunate he ran into a cow instead of a bull because there are both varieties down there. Not unlike knowing about hunting seasons, it’s helpful to know that public lands are also open to grazing leases, which can result in random cow sightings.
So, the moral of today’s post is to be aware! I love Los Alamos. I love being outdoors and I know that many of you come to this community because you love the outdoors too! Being outdoors in a place like this comes with a responsibility. Not just to yourself, but to those around you. Enjoy Los Alamos, but do it responsibly. And when you’re considering a move, give me a call! I’d love to talk real estate in Los Alamos with you.
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