Perlemoen Poachers
After today I can say that I have first hand experience of perlemoen poachers, to the point where I don't know if I am safe.
Some friends and I watched the rugby in a local pub this afternoon and one of the tables was occupied by about 12 males, all with burnt red faces but no tan lines on their bodies as fisherman would usually have. The 18ft (I think) rubber duck with humungous outboard engines parked outside the pub was also a bit of a dead give away. A few drinks later and these characters were actually bragging about what they do for a living, poaching perlemoen.
To make a long story short, one of my friends is in hospital with a broken ankle - and I mean broken, not fractured, this thing is disconnected from the rest of his leg. Another friend has been sent home with a broken nose, a suspected broken cheek bone and an eye that is almost hanging out on his cheek. He has to be back for X-rays on Monday. And Flyboy has bruises and possible cracked ribs.
Now the big debate - to make a case or not. The thing is we live in a small town, I travel into town a lot and alone for long distances on quiet farm roads - and they know what I look like. You think I am being paranoid - these people operate above the law. Rumour has it that this specific crowd is the type that will think nothing of pulling out a gun and shooting you if you get in the way.
To make a long story short, I am terrified. Any advice? I've got their registration number if anyone can do anything with it.
Some friends and I watched the rugby in a local pub this afternoon and one of the tables was occupied by about 12 males, all with burnt red faces but no tan lines on their bodies as fisherman would usually have. The 18ft (I think) rubber duck with humungous outboard engines parked outside the pub was also a bit of a dead give away. A few drinks later and these characters were actually bragging about what they do for a living, poaching perlemoen.
To make a long story short, one of my friends is in hospital with a broken ankle - and I mean broken, not fractured, this thing is disconnected from the rest of his leg. Another friend has been sent home with a broken nose, a suspected broken cheek bone and an eye that is almost hanging out on his cheek. He has to be back for X-rays on Monday. And Flyboy has bruises and possible cracked ribs.
Now the big debate - to make a case or not. The thing is we live in a small town, I travel into town a lot and alone for long distances on quiet farm roads - and they know what I look like. You think I am being paranoid - these people operate above the law. Rumour has it that this specific crowd is the type that will think nothing of pulling out a gun and shooting you if you get in the way.
To make a long story short, I am terrified. Any advice? I've got their registration number if anyone can do anything with it.
posted by Katt at 9:39 pm
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