This is the original text of my article Crikey.com published 2/4/13.
I am not a 'protester'; I try to rescue ducks.
How I got my gun licence and joined the duck hunters
Christmas
2012 and the atmosphere was festive. The suburban church hall had a 3D nativity
scene and children's drawings of angels on the walls. Not a place you'd expect to
learn about firearm safety.
But last
December, plenty of us did. Twenty-four men and three women quietly assembled for
the compulsory test of the Victoria Police Firearms Safety Code in order to
shoot guns at animals, birds and targets. One of them was me, applying for a
gun licence so I could legally enter Victorian wetlands during the duck-hunting
season. Part of a new suite of laws aimed at encouraging the young to take up shooting, and to discourage scrutiny of
Victorian wetlands, the new laws prohibit anyone without a gun licence and
licence to hunt waterfowl from being within 25 metres of the shore.
The first
part of our evening was instruction. An obese man of indeterminate age, with
stringy hair and beard, checked shirt and jeans with braces, entered and sat
down. With no preamble, he produced a mangled tube of metal. We fondled it and
passed it on. It was a piece of the
action of a shotgun, ruined by someone
using the wrong-calibre ammo. It's the closest I've ever been to a gun.
Then it was time for the 30-question, multiple-choice test. ”We want you to pass,” said the policemen. “It’s designed for 13-year-olds!” He addressed individuals as he wandered around during the test. “Are you sure about that?”; “What about option (B)?” Questions included:
When shooting companions are known to have been drinking alcohol or using drugs the safe shooter will(A) Make sure that he walks behind them in the hunting party(B) refuse to shoot with them(C) ensure they drink plenty of black coffee before leaving for the hunting area or(D) check their physical and mental reactions before deciding whether they are likely to be safe in the field.
The arcade game Big Buck Hunter seemed more realistic than this. At least in the game you get to fire a shotgun, albeit a plastic one on a crappy swivel. Are there any other lethal weapons you’re allowed to handle in anger after passing only a written test?
With mine duly passed — a couple of incorrect answers notwithstanding — an eight-page application had to be filled out. A medical letter is required if you’ve been treated in the last five years for psychiatric, alcohol or drug problems. I’ve had the odd psychiatric issue and have a conviction for drug possession. I got my firearms licence in the mail four weeks later.
If you wish to hunt ducks, you must also obtain a game licence, passing a 22-sequence video test identifying ”game” and “non-game” species. Here, I lost points for misidentifying a rare, endangered freckled duck. I passed anyway (with an A). The once-only waterfowl identification test was introduced as a precaution against wild, inaccurate firing in 1990, the result of lobbying by anti-duck hunting activists.
Thus equipped with the legal right to do so, on March 16, wearing wetsuit booties, leggings, shorts and a high-visibility vest, I waded into Lake Bael Bael, near Kerang. Minutes before the official opening of the season, the guns exploded. Five or six flocks of birds burst up and wheeled round in circles, scattering across the sky. Fastest were the game species — pink-eared ducks, with spatulate bills and torpedo profiles, while the sharp-winged silhouettes of avocets and stilts were smaller but unmistakable. Black swans flew majestically while tiny sandpipers pecked at the muddy edges. Shooters shot at everything.
As a perfect dawn flooded the sky, the dismal spectacle of birds falling began. With each hit, you tried to follow the body down. Birds killed cleanly tumbled in a vertical line, while wounded ones flew on at diminishing angles, losing height and speed, crash-landing on the water. Shooters urged their dogs to collect still-flapping birds, or waded over slowly and picked them up. Dying ducks were twirled by the head like yo-yos.
Wood Ducks |
Pink-eared Ducks |
Male Blue-billed Duck |
Female Mountain Duck, Pink-eared Ducks |
Spent shotgun shells |
Freckled Duck |
A fellow rescuer scooped up struggling birds with a fishing net. He offered them to shooters; the men refused. Somebody handed me a wounded teal. As a licence-holder, I was permitted to have possession of this native species. I rushed it to the vet, where it was euthanised.
Other rescuers were stopped by wildlife officers and charged with “failing to kill” wounded birds. This charge was tested against rescuer Tony Murphy in court last year and withdrawn. At Lake Bael Bael, the authorities detained a woman with a wounded duck, metres from the vet’s tent. She was aggressively questioned for over an hour; unsurprisingly, the bird died in her arms. None of the shooters was charged with violence, cruelty, or “failing to kill wounded game”. More activists were charged this year than ever before for “harassing and hindering” hunters, “failing to kill” wounded game or breaking the law keeping non-hunters on the sidelines.
Hunters tossed casual obscenities at the rescuers, who appeared to be a minor annoyance as they got on with the business of shooting down the birds. In the worst birdwatching site in the world, I kept the requisite 20 metres from the brown-and-green clad men and trained my binoculars on tiny sharp-tailed sandpipers, which fly here from the Arctic. They flew low, turning together in a frenzy.
After the opening weekend, Field and Game Australia’s chief executive said some who had obtained firearm licences and game hunting permits might be “in breach of the genuine reasons they used to obtain a firearm licence”. Indeed — I will never hunt.
In Victoria, no one defends these birds except a ragtag army of self-styled “rescuers”; the media are kept away. If these rescuers weren’t out there, no one would ever hear about the gross acts of cruelty, the protected and threatened species killed and the sheer unaccountability of duck hunters. As a society, we are all implicated, should we let it endure.