BRP – Cyber Bullied

On Wednesday 8/22, this blog, Blue Ridge Pony, was the victim of cyber bullying.  The bullying was conducted by full grown adult men. 

To end the tirade I shut BRP down.  I apologize to my regular readers for the brief absence. 

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I consider BRP to be a pretty simple noncontroversial blog.   I enjoy posting photos of my pony, talking about competitions I take part in, trail rides I go on, products I have tried and sharing general pony antics.   BRP gets some traffic, but is certainly not a popular blog, which is ok with me because I think of it as a fun sort of way to document what I am doing in the equine world. 

At lunchtime last Wednesday I received an email notice that there was a comment in response to a post I made in early February.  Being one of the very few comments this blog has received, I eagerly pulled it up.  After reading it I questioned if it was a legitimate comment, or if it was instead a new type of clever spam, because the response did comment on my post, but it completely missed the very clear and simple point, and seemed more like the writer had only read the headline. 

The blog post in question is titled “Sunday Hunting” and is about Virginia’s decision to continue to ban hunting on Sundays.  I include a calendar that the Virginia Horse Counsel put out that marks days that are open to some form of hunting so riders can decide if they want to ride at home, venture into the woods, or if they want to put on blaze orange for the day.  In the post I state that it is my preference to keep the ban in place.

The commenter was clearly and outspokenly interested in changing the law to allow hunting on Sundays.     

The difference in opinion is fine, and his statement, although it sounded rash and a bit off topic, was  fine.  But it was quickly followed by additional comments, by the same poster as well as a few additional posters.  The comments quickly turned malicious, feeding off of each other’s lack of sense and rational,  and snowballed into utter nastiness.  Wild ‘facts’ were thrown out and propaganda and conspiracy theories against hunting were blamed. 

I also got a few ping backs on my blog, which lets you know when your blog has been listed as a link in another location.  I followed the pings and came to a Facebook group titled “Legalize Virginia Sunday Hunting For All”.  And the unpleasantness, and lack of actually reading my blog posts before jumping to conclusions, was continued by the lead instigator, a grown man,  who was joined by other grown men. 

In the commenter’s defense, I had not listed the reasons in my original blog post as to why I prefer hunting to remain banned on Sundays, nor did I elaborate that I am pro-hunting, and supportive of hunters rights.  Although it was apparent that they were truly not reading the blog post before commenting anyway, and preferred to make their own assumptions.  But I did leave them to decide my reasoning on their own.  And they were, as expected, wildly and totally off the mark. 

By this time I had received a good dozen comments, that rolled from irrational smears to outright verbal attacks and threats to myself and my horse.  I quickly turned on the blog’s built in comment monitor, and removed those that had already appeared to the public, because nothing healthy was happening.  Certainly threatening my life and my horse’s life, does not further the cause of legalizing hunting on Sundays, or stay in line with the upbeat, friendly blog I have intended to provide. 

The assaults continued until I had enough and shut down Blue Ridge Pony. 

I am sad to see a group of grown men, act like a bunch of school yard bullies, while hiding behind computer screens. 

Certainly any creditable group would not make wild death threats to prove their point? 

If a true discussion was the intent, all a commenter had to type was “why do you not want hunting on Sundays” rather than attempting to publicly post an elaborate description of field dressing my horse

Sadly all of this was stated in the name of proving that hunters are responsible and should be allowed to hunt 7 days a week, and that everyone will be safe to enjoy the woods if it is permitted.

These men certainly showed their maturity, the degree of self control they possess and made the level of their rational thinking clear.    

Shame on you grown men, who give hunters a bad name.

Narrowback ~ Too Many Bears

I took the day off from work last Friday, I call it ‘taking a nice day’ instead of a sick day, because its nice out! I took Simon and Daisy and we went and did our favorite loop from Bear Trap Farm Road.

It was a nice ride, good weather, a little drizzle and not very hot for July.

They have a new sign up at the fire road entrance! And apparently the area is called Narrowback.

We rode in along the FR, and turned up our usual trail that happens to be a very old fire road that is no longer is use. It ends at a trail that continues very steeply up the mountain to the ridge top.

catching his breath

We stopped at the top for Simon to catch his breath and I tied a bright pink ribbon around the tree to help make it stand out for those coming from the other direction.

After Simon caught his breath we continued along the ridge top trail. The recent storms had downed a lot of branches and trees, and we had to work around quite a few. Some smaller stuff had obviously already been cleared. We passed a lot of fresh bear scratching on trees, as well as some not so fresh. And about half way along the trail we had our first bear encounter.

a tree fallen on the trail

Bear encounter #1: Daisy was ahead of me, not far, but just over a slight hill in the trail, so she was out of sight. I heard a “aaahhhhargh!” and I thought there must be someone coming the other way that she either spooked, or that doesn’t want her near them. Which I thought was a bit odd because there are very rarely other people in this area and because Daisy usually comes right back if there is someone nearby. But I called her back and she was with me again in moments. No one was there when we got over the rise a moment later, and I really didn’t think much of it.A bit later, we popped back out on the fire road, and went up it to the tower and took a quick break at the picnic table there. The peanut butter container/note jar was still there, and I took a few moments to check it out again. I found my previous note from April and read the pages filled out since then before adding a new entry myself.

After our break we followed the FR to the trail head back down, which I marked with a pink tagging ribbon, to help it stand out some since the trail head sign is missing. And then we headed on down. About half way down Simon stopped and looked off to his right, and Daisy mimicked his behavior.

Bear enounter #2: So I looked to the right and there was a bear, just a few yards away, with his head down, snuffing around. We all stood there for a few moments, looking at each other, and then Daisy moved forward a few steps towards the bear. Which is when the bear decided it was time to head on out of the area. I told Daisy to stay, which she did, and we watched the bear until he was out of sight.

We reached the end of the trail, and headed back along the fire road toward the trailer. We passed some pretty flowers, and some berries, yum, and then got into a nice rolling gallop.

Bear encounter #3: We were at a full out gallop (which mind you, Simon can really move out when he wants to) and it must have sounded like the Calvary was coming. We rounded a rise in the road and took a tight bend and there was a bear and her two cubs on the right hand side of the fire road.

Before I could make any decisions we were abreast of her, and she took off running in the same direction as us, right next to us. I pulled up quickly, and so did the bears. Then momma, took back off, shooting in front of us and across the FR and off into the woods below and to the left of us.

Unfortunately her cubs remained just a few feet away on our right, sitting on the side of the FR. Daisy shot off after momma bear, and I made eye contact with one of the cubs, who was close to eye level, sitting on the shoulder of the fire road where the ground was banked up. I asked Simon to trot, and the cubs followed suit. So I pulled back up, which they also did. I reminded me of when you are walking towards a person and you both move to the side to avoid collision but you both step the same way, keeping you in line with each other.

Before I could decide to move forward, retreat or stay put I heard “ARRRRhhhhgh” from the woods, well in front and to the left of us. And I truly thought, that there must be a person up ahead on the FR warding the bear and or Daisy off. Which snapped me to remembering to call for Daisy to come back! Which I did.

Any thought of the noise being made by a human was extinguished when the bear cubs started to “arrrh” back in reply and began a discussion of AGHS back and forth with their momma.

Daisy appeared at my side, and after a few more moments I asked Simon to move on again, and this time the cubs stayed put, as we nervously continued to trot out. Luckily momma wasn’t too upset and did not intersect our path again and we made it back to the trailer safe and sound.

I would like to point out that Simon was a dream pony. Even with bears yelling back and forth over him, with the cubs being mere feet away, and with me being rather nervous and tense, he listened like a champ. He stood and he moved on, and he pulled back up when asked, without a moment’s hesitation.

And Daisy, who is all about hunting, returned and stayed when she was told, without me having to ask more than once.

I also now realize that bears sound a lot like angry people.

This summer just about everyone I know that goes into the woods for hiking, biking or riding has been having bear encounters. And more often than not, they are having multiple bear encounters. I wonder if there is a simple over population, or if it’s the intensity of the dryness that is causing the bears to be more present? Being someone who makes many trips into these forests, I have only had one bear encounter over the years before this particular ride. And three in one day seems like a lot.

And for those who have asked, I actually had my camera in my right hand during the third bear encounter. And the bears, cubs in particular, were plenty close enough to get a good picture without having to zoom in at all. But getting a photo was one of the last things on my mind at the time.

Almost back to the trailer.

My entry from April into the trail log/peanut butter jar

A funny entry someone else put in the trail log/peanut butter jar

 

 

Cub Run ~ Runkles Gap, After the Burn

Simon happy to greet us in the morning.

Simon spent the night in the dog yard and nickered at the house every time he heard me or Rich in the house.  Rich put up a saw horse and bin of dirt to keep him from pushing his way into the actual house.

I find it a funny that Simon is in the dog yard, and Daisy is in the background outside of the dog yard. You can also see part of our garden in the background behind the dogyard in its own fence.

In the morning we got tacked up and headed off to one of our regular quick ride spots, Cub Run at Runkles Gap.  It had burned due to arson recently and had just opened back up.

This is what Cub Run looked like while it was burning. 

Upon entering National Forest there is a fire road that bares off to the right.  Below the road is mostly private property.  Above the road is National Forest.  It mostly burned above the road.  The fire only hopped the road in a few spots, and we could see evidence of the forest service cutting the forest to prevent it from spreading on that side where it did skip over.

It was a nice, relatively short ride.  I am interested to return sometime this summer and see how the forest recovers.

Rich took a turn riding Simon.

We saw this turtle crossing the fire road.

There is a lot of dumping at Cub Run.  You can see tons of bottles here that survived the fire.  Gross.

We stopped at this swim spot on our way back out.

Power Damn Road Hack

Rich standing with Simon and holding my helmet for me.

One and a half weeks ago I took Simon on a road hack in McGaheysville.  We stopped and said hello to some neighbors along the way.  Simon got some carrots and lots of pats.  We rode the back roads and came up to Power Damn.  It is a place just a bit from our house that we can put in our tubes, and float down to the boat landing for pick up.  It’s also a place that people like to go for a dip and get their fish on.  Power Damn is an old damn that is being rebuilt.  And since last fall, they have closed the parking pullover so it won’t be the best put in any more, since we won’t be able to leave a vehicle there while we float.

 

The bouncy foot bridge

Simon and I headed down the short foot trail to the put-in spot, so we could see if anything had changed.  It hadn’t.  Along the path there is a foot bridge that crosses over water flow.  It was too muddy for Simon to go through the creek bed, so I hopped off and we jogged over the bouncy bridge.  Probably not the safest thing to do.  I doubt it was designed with a pony in mind.  But Simon is a sturdy thing and fully trusts me so without bulking we crossed it just fine.  We also recrossed it successfully on our way back to the entrance.

After inspecting our usual put in, and ascertaining that nothing had changed, we popped in the damn entrance.  There are no signs about no trespassing, and I believe it is community property.  So we jogged along the gravel and dirt roads in the area, checking it all out.  We eventually came out at a nice walk in spot to the river.  So we walked on in and Simon had a good time pawing the water and splashing himself with the chill water.

I saw a couple random, uncracked eggs on the ground. A little smaller than a chicken egg.

Then we had a nice canter along the river, following the vehicle path along the side.  We went for a little while before deciding to turn around and head back home.  There were dark clouds approaching in the distance and it was going to be dark before too long.

We set a good pace and were in sight of our driveway when the sky opened up and dumped on us.  Rich ran outside and helped pull off Simon’s tack and get him settled into the dog yard for the night.  His job was to mow it down, since it had reached near hay mowing heights.  Simon got to work and we went inside to get dried off.

Here are some images from the ride.  It was fun and I look forward to following the river road a little farther in the future.

And old part of the damn

This is where we rode into the river

along the rider edge

Trail Report: Tillman Road – Hearthstone Lake Awkward Loop

Sunday 04/08/12 – Tillman Road, Hearthstone Lake, Awkward Loop

This is a very short loop, a little awkward, and not very direct or clearly developed as a loop. 

Simon at the end of our ride

Park: I parked on the side of Tillman Rd where it wraps around Hearthstone Lake Damn. 

The lake is stocked with trout

Loop – If standing on the road and facing the damn, ride right along Tillman to the first fire road on the left.  It is on a sharp curve in the road and bears up hill.  There is a fire road gate, closed. 

Travel up the road, it is very short, and ends at the top of the damn.  It appears to be a large field.  It is earth that is used to create a damn. 

Turn left and travel along the top of the earth damn, parallel with Tillman Rd.  It will be visable after a bit on the left, down the hill. 

The view of the top of the damn. View from the the end of the very short fireroad that loop starts out on.

The Lake will appear on the right.  Continue to ride along the top of the damn to the hill.  Turn go right and down the damn to the lake.  It is a bit rocky under the grass, big rocks, so be weary.  There are a few pathes, a few yards in length, that will put you on the trail around the lake.  Some of them are rougher than others. 

Ride around the lake and out to the fireroad.  Follow the fire road up and then down to Tillman, make a left and you’ll be back to where you parked. 

The little trail near the lake parking.

I made a few detours along the ride in the name of exploration.  The first deviation I made was to pop onto trail #434.  This is at the bottom of the fireroad close to the lake parking area.  it tromps back through a flood area (which the whole lake area is).  It was a neat little twisty trail through soft footing which ends shortly at a creek.  You can see across the creek where the trail continues.  I spotted one of the yellow blazed trees, but the creek is full of washed up fallen branches and trees.  It would be a little difficult to cross on foot, clambering over the wash, but it was certainly out of the question with a pony in tow. 

Itchy Pony

I also explored another trail.  It was found by continuing just a bit father up the fire road from the lake.  At about the crest of the fill is an unnumbered trail on the right.  It had two small entrances just a few yards apart, one that was marked by a rather old and shot up “no vehicals” yellow sign. 

A pretty photo of the sky that day

I followed this trail up for about 30 minutes.  It was mostly up hill but eventially leveled out somewhat.  It is cearly a used trail, though not heavily, and was rather over grown.  There is currently no way a larger horse would fit on the trail without quite a bit of difficulty.  I kept expecting it to pop out at an incredible over look or some super secrete mushroom hunting honey pot spot, but after 30 minutes I had enough of being beat up by the tree branches and over growth and decided to call it. 

I turned around and hiked back down on foot with Simon following behind me.  There were a lot of broken back branches and there were clear routs repeatedly used to navigate around most of the larger falled debree, although there were still a few newer ones that did not appear to have been previously navigated around. 

Itchy Pony photo #2

Another neat feature to this loop, would be the damn over spill pool.  It lays near the bottom of the damn, where the road curves around and there is easy pull over for parking.  It is not possible to miss from the car while driving on Tillman. 

I did not venture down to it on this trip, but it is very clear and blue and rather deep, with good sitting rocks around the edges. 

And a bunch of other photos of the day’s adventure.  Enjoy.

My rig parked on Tillman from the top of the damn - gives perspective

a View of the lake from on top of the damn

Daisy on top of the damn

Daisy looking down at Tillman from the top of the damn

Daisy looking down at the pool down by Tillman

riding along the top of the damn. Make a right at the end and go down the damn to the lake.

Simon at the lake.

Riding along trail 434

An old uproot tree on trail 434 in the flood area.

on trail 434 there were a lot of neat rounded river rocks caught up in roots and stumps like this.

This is where trail 434 corsses the creek and continues over on the otherside in those trees.

Itchy pony photo #3

Hearthstone Lake, the damn side, from Tillman Rd, right by the pullover parking.

and a close up of the sign.