I haven’t been in our back woods since the weeds grew taller than me, over growing the path this summer.
But this morning seemed like the perfect time to return, since the grasses are beginning to die back. They were still way over my head, but not as thick and easy to push down under my feet.
The dogs ran head of me. Gus didn’t pause going over the Gulley Bridge for the first time and tunneling thought the tall weeds.
We came to the little waterfall, with barely a trickle of water sliding down the rocks and sat on the bench by the stream. Then I went to the place where last spring I took down the big metal tree stand that a hunter had put on our property without our permission.
The last thing I expected to see was the same Tree Stand back on the tree.
But there it was.
In the spring, when we first took the Tree Stand down and left it in the woods, I learned from our neighbors and friends, who are hunters, that since it was put on our property without our permission, it essentially became ours. It’s a small town and Jon had written about it on his blog, so I assumed whoever put the Tree Stand up heard that we took it down and would come and get it. Or at least when they came back to hunt again and saw it lying on the ground they would take it away.
We even had one hunter knock on our door saying he took the Tree Stand and apologized for putting it up. (Apparently there were two Tree Stands on the property)
When I saw the Tree Stand this morning, I felt my heart start to pound and a heat rise up in my body. I was furious.
I texted Jon, who was on his way to the eye doctor, that the Tree Stand was back and I was going to take it down. He said I could wait for him to come home and he’d help.
But I couldn’t wait. I was like the mother who lifts up her car to save her kid who’s trapped underneath it.
I had done it once before, I knew just how to take the Tree Stand down.
I called the dogs and walked quickly through the woods and back to the house. I put the cable cutters and a knife in a bag, put the 16-foot aluminum extension ladder on my shoulder and called for Fate to come with me.
Once in the woods, I extended the ladder all the way and leaned it against the tree behind the Tree Stand. I had the bag with the knife and the cable cutters on my should. From the top of the ladder I called down to Fate and had her lie down between the tree and the ladder so she would be out of the way when the Tree Stand fell.
I snipped the cable which locked the Tree Stand to the tree and cut the ratchet straps with the knife.
The Tree Stand was an elaborate one. At the top it had a four-foot long metal seat with a cushion, surrounded on three sides by more metal with enough room for two men to sit and/or stand. It was skirted with heavy camouflage material. A long metal ladder led up to it.
The tree stand didn’t fall away from the tree when I released it. I had to push it as I stood on the top of the ladder. It took me a few tries before it toppled to the ground. It was loud and heavy, but Fate didn’t move an inch, until I told her it was okay.
The Tree Stand was four separate pieces, held together by pins. I used the cable cutters as a hammer to separate the sections, three four-foot pieces of ladder and the seat and it’s surrounds.
The seat area probably weighed as much as me. It was big and cumbersome. So I rolled it head over heals, down the hill and through the woods, across the pastures through the gate and into the backyard.
As I made two more trips back into the woods to get the rest of the Tree Stand and my tools, my angry energy kept pace with me.
I thought of the anger that flared up in me two days ago, that anger of a life time of putting up with the sexist, verbal and emotional abuse of so many men. And in protecting and defending my tree and my woods from this trespass, it was as if I was finally protecting and defending myself too.
And the action of doing it all, the spent energy was healing and empowering at the same time.
Back at the house, I took the seat and surround apart so I could fit it into the hatchback of my Toyota Yaris. I somehow got the whole Tree Stand in my car and took it to the dump.
When Jon got home we put Posted signs on the tree where the Tree Stand was and along the perimeter of the property.
I don’t have a problem with hunters, as long as they’re ethical. And I know the signs won’t keep most of them off our property. But as I was hanging them, I felt a little like Gus when he lifted his leg and peed on the stone wall that is our property line.
I was being very clear about what’s mine and what can’t be done without my permission.