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Poachers
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110 Poachers 2000 “Poacherdogs,”Randysays,movinghisdarkglassesupontothetop ofhishead.“Readanar ticleaboutbearpoachersinthe NewYork Times.” “What’sapoacherdog?” “Beard ogsinthiscase. T hebastar dsle t fiveo rt end ogsg o,al l withhigh-techradiocollarson.Thecollarshavesensorssoyoucantell wherethedogisandifhe’sbarkingorlookinguplikehewouldbeifhe treed.Sotheser ednecksgooffanddr inkbeerorsmokepotorwatch television—whateverthe helltheydo.Andthenwhenthec ontrolunit tells’emthatthed ogshavetreed,theygettheirgunsandg oafterthe bear.Alltheywant’sthegallbladder.Sometimesthey’lltakethehideand theteethandthec laws.Butthegallbladdergoesfor fivethousanddollars .It’sanaphrodisiacinAsia.Bigmoney.Bearclawsoup’sadelicacyin Korea.” Hedrawsthe“Ko”inKoreaout,pretendingtobemoresouthernthan hereallyis.LummyhasnoticedthatRandyoftenbecomesmoresouthern whenhe’sinvolvedinanyendeavorthathastodowiththewoods. Randyraisesuphisshir tfrontenoughtoscratchthehairyrollofmiddle- agefatthathasb eendevelopingaroundhismidd le.Helowershisdar k glassesoverhiseyesandwatchesthetwodogs.RandyreadstheNewYork Timeseverydayandoftensharesitscontentswiththosewhodon’t,which wouldincludeLummy,whoreadsnonewspaperatall. Poachers 111 “Dothemath,”he continuesas thetwoofthemwatchthed ogs.“If fourdogstree,thentheygetfourbearsandf ourgallbladders.Dothat everyweekendallseason—that’ssomecash.Ifthep oachersareunemployed bums—whichtheyoftenare—theycanhuntallweek.Iftheyreally brazen,theyhuntallyear,goafter’emintheden,butcherthedamnbear rightwheretheykillhim,getwhatthey’reafter,andleavethecarcassto rot.Movearoundalot.” Twoofthedogsaremillingaroundthecampsite,nosestotheground, followingscentpaths.Oneap pearstohaveag oodbitofblack-and-tan houndinhim,thoughhe’stoosmalltobepurebred.He’ssoskinnythat hisribbonesshow,andhisneckandheadarescarredandnicked. “Someol’b earso mewherew hackedhimar oundab it,”R andyo bserves ,stillfollowingthedogswithhiseyes. Theothe rd ogap pearstob esoman y-fatheredthatid entifyinghis breedisw ellnighimpossible.Still,thedang le-eared,sad-eyedfacesuggests abloodhoundortwosomewhereinallthosefathers.Hetoolooksa bitontheleansideasifhehasnotbeentoolongescapedfromaconcentration camp. Theblackandtan stopsdeadin histracks.HenosesLummy’sREI coffee filter, filledwithcoffeegroundsandle ftbeside the firepitfr om breakfast.Hecrunchesdownonit. “Damnyou,mutt!”Lummysays. Thedogtearsoffintotherhododendronthatgrowsalongthecreek. Hehidesbehindtheleaves,crunchinggrounds and filter. Lummyrunsdownthedog,kickingintothebushathim.Thedogemits aloudyelpandtearsawayasLummyretrieves his filter.Heturnsitoverin hishands,examiningthefangmarksthathavepuncturedthescreen. LummyChapmanisv eryparticularabouthisc offee,likestolinger overit.Cannotimaginecampingwithoutfreshgroundcoffee.It’shispayback forsleepingonthehardground,forteachinghisrecalcitrantsonto fish. “Yep,”Randysaysinamild, contemplativetone.“Poachers.Keepthe dogshungryandthey’llbesuretokeeptheirnosestothegrounduntilthey [52.14.126.74] Project MUSE (2024-04-24 08:26 GMT) Poachers 112 find whatever’sthere—evencoffeegrounds.Damnamanw ho’llstarvea dog!” TheNovembercampingandt rout fishing tripwasLummy’sidea,or toputitmoreaccurately,hiswife’s.Shehad...