Well, No Hunting For Me This Evening...
Dec 20, 2014 16:21:58 GMT -5
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Post by M4Madness on Dec 20, 2014 16:21:58 GMT -5
My plan was to hunt the last two evenings of muzzleloader for a big buck and call it a year. My wife and I came out of the house around noon today to run to town to pick up a few things and eat, then my plan was to hurry home and go hunting. As we were walking across the yard to the Jeep, my wife says, "Do you hear that crying sound?" I paused, listened, and said that I didn't. She insisted that something was crying down in the woods behind our neighbor's house, so I walked across the yard where I could hear down in the hollow better, then I heard it as well. I said, "Yeah, I hear it now. It sounds like a young deer or rabbit in distress." She then said, "No, that's a baby." I then spot a small child standing at the woodline behind the neighbor's house looking down into the woods at the crying sound.
We drove over there in a hurry (it's a couple hundred yards away), and I beat on the front door, but no one answered. I went around back and found a girl a little over 2 years old shivering in pajamas trying to reach the back door knob. My wife stayed with her as I rushed down over the wooded hill towards the crying sound. I spy a 16-month old baby lying face down crying loudly. As I make my way to her, she sees me and stands up, holding her arms up as if to say, "Pick me up." She is dressed one-piece "feet" pajamas that are completely wet from the snow. I scoop her up and rush her to the house on the other side of the house where the kids live and bang on that door. No answer there, so we went back to the kids' house and beat on the door some more. Finally we just said the heck with it and went inside.
The kids' dad jumped up off the couch and just stared at us without saying a word. In fact, he never said a word the entire time we were there. The mother rushed into the room, and the first thing I noticed was that she had mascara all over her face. Both acted like they were strung out on drugs, and not fully aware of what was going on. We told them what had happened, the mother said a simple thanks and we left. As we were leaving we saw the third neighbor standing on her porch with a wet head, so that explained why she didn't answer her door. We went over and discussed the situation with her, and decided to notify law enforcement.
My wife and I drove 12 miles to the Sheriff's Department and finally got in to file a report. We only knew the neighbor's first names (they rent the place and only moved in this summer), but the mother's first name is unusual enough that the officer quickly found her in the database. Officers were dispatched to the home, and while en route, we were presented with mug shots to identify. "Yep, that's definitely them." When the officer's arrived, they contacted the officer taking our report and requested that he immediately come out to the house under lights and siren. He left us standing in the police station and rushed off.
We went and did our things in town, albeit way later then we'd planned, and headed home. When we passed the neighbor's house, there were 5 police cars in the drive and the mother and father were surrounded by officers in the driveway. Child protective services was there as well. The officer who took our report saw us pull in our driveway and came over with the CPS woman to fill us in and ask more questions. Apparently, the father was combative and yelled, "Get a warrant!" and slammed the door in the officers' faces. They finally gained entry and got the situation under control. Both were given saliva drug tests, but the mother broke hers and there was not a spare test handy, so I'm told that they are going to have to take her in to test her.
The parents are saying that all the door were locked, but we walked right in. It's looking like the kids will be removed from the home. I hate to start trouble with the neighbors and usually mind my own business, but those little kids don't deserve that (I'm tearing up just typing this). The look on that baby's face when she sawing me coming to her rescue will stay with me a long time. She was just lying there in the snow.
The officer just left and went back over there, and as I look out the window, all the police cars are still there, and the landlord's truck is there now as well. I may have gotten a big buck tonight (probably not, knowing my luck), but this was way more important than my hunting. I could rush out and hunt for an hour, but I'm staying here in case the father comes over with a gun or does something stupid. I don't want to leave my wife alone tonight.
We drove over there in a hurry (it's a couple hundred yards away), and I beat on the front door, but no one answered. I went around back and found a girl a little over 2 years old shivering in pajamas trying to reach the back door knob. My wife stayed with her as I rushed down over the wooded hill towards the crying sound. I spy a 16-month old baby lying face down crying loudly. As I make my way to her, she sees me and stands up, holding her arms up as if to say, "Pick me up." She is dressed one-piece "feet" pajamas that are completely wet from the snow. I scoop her up and rush her to the house on the other side of the house where the kids live and bang on that door. No answer there, so we went back to the kids' house and beat on the door some more. Finally we just said the heck with it and went inside.
The kids' dad jumped up off the couch and just stared at us without saying a word. In fact, he never said a word the entire time we were there. The mother rushed into the room, and the first thing I noticed was that she had mascara all over her face. Both acted like they were strung out on drugs, and not fully aware of what was going on. We told them what had happened, the mother said a simple thanks and we left. As we were leaving we saw the third neighbor standing on her porch with a wet head, so that explained why she didn't answer her door. We went over and discussed the situation with her, and decided to notify law enforcement.
My wife and I drove 12 miles to the Sheriff's Department and finally got in to file a report. We only knew the neighbor's first names (they rent the place and only moved in this summer), but the mother's first name is unusual enough that the officer quickly found her in the database. Officers were dispatched to the home, and while en route, we were presented with mug shots to identify. "Yep, that's definitely them." When the officer's arrived, they contacted the officer taking our report and requested that he immediately come out to the house under lights and siren. He left us standing in the police station and rushed off.
We went and did our things in town, albeit way later then we'd planned, and headed home. When we passed the neighbor's house, there were 5 police cars in the drive and the mother and father were surrounded by officers in the driveway. Child protective services was there as well. The officer who took our report saw us pull in our driveway and came over with the CPS woman to fill us in and ask more questions. Apparently, the father was combative and yelled, "Get a warrant!" and slammed the door in the officers' faces. They finally gained entry and got the situation under control. Both were given saliva drug tests, but the mother broke hers and there was not a spare test handy, so I'm told that they are going to have to take her in to test her.
The parents are saying that all the door were locked, but we walked right in. It's looking like the kids will be removed from the home. I hate to start trouble with the neighbors and usually mind my own business, but those little kids don't deserve that (I'm tearing up just typing this). The look on that baby's face when she sawing me coming to her rescue will stay with me a long time. She was just lying there in the snow.
The officer just left and went back over there, and as I look out the window, all the police cars are still there, and the landlord's truck is there now as well. I may have gotten a big buck tonight (probably not, knowing my luck), but this was way more important than my hunting. I could rush out and hunt for an hour, but I'm staying here in case the father comes over with a gun or does something stupid. I don't want to leave my wife alone tonight.