I think that this is wonderful news, the wheels of justice going in the right direction for a change. I am only upset that Junior isn’t being charged with a felony as well. Wade Lemon, a hunting guide in Utah, set up a fake hunting expedition for Donald Trump, Jr. in 2018. Junior loves to kill animals, as you know. He doesn’t do it in any kind of a fair or manly way, as you also probably have read. He has the assistance of “guides” who routinely break the law to give elites the illusion of being actual hunters in the wild. It’s a sick and expensive game, fraught with cruelty and illegality, and therefore exactly where you would expect to find Donald Trump, Jr.
The endangered species which he has slaughtered are starved, dehydrated beasts that are staged in such a manner that Junior can believe that he is the Great White Hunter and has outwitted them and now he, Bwana, will conquer. He gets a hard on from pulling the trigger, evidently, and taking life.
In this instance, in Utah, the animal was lured and baited, which is against the law. But it pays big time and so there’s a market to cater to the likes of Don, Jr. and his fantasy life. I guess that’s the best he can do to feel like a man, pay to have animals trapped so he can slaughter them. Salt Lake Tribune:
Without naming Trump Jr., Davis County Attorney Troy Rawlings said the hunter in the case “was actually a victim and a now a possible witness in a fraudulent scheme to lead the hunter to believe it was actually a legitimate Wild West hunting situation.”
The charges against Lemon from the Trump Jr. hunt were filed just before the four-year statute of limitations expired. The DNR initially investigated allegations of illegal bearbaiting on the hunt in 2018 and closed the case later that year.
On Sept. 3, 2020, The Utah Investigative Journalism Project requested files on closed investigations against Wade Lemon Hunting. The DNR provided files on cases dating back to 2009 except for the case on the 2018 Trump Jr. hunt. DNR had decided to reopen that case and denied the records request, stating the release would interfere with the now “open” investigation.
DNR turned the case over to the Utah Attorney General’s Office. Utah Attorney General Reyes has close ties to Trump, having campaigned for him and even flying to Nevada to investigate the election results after Trump’s defeat at the polls and signed on to a lawsuit claiming “unlawful election results.” The Attorney General’s Office reinvestigated the case for months, then handed it off to the Davis County Attorney’s Office to screen for filing of charges.
Documents show investigations into Lemon’s organization for the past decade — allegations of cruel and illegal big game baiting practices.
Cruel and illegal. If that isn’t catnip to a Trump, then I don’t know what is. Here is more detail on what rich assholes do with their lives and how people like this Wade Lemon character enable them.
There were no pictures of Don Jr.’s kills from his May 2018 trip to Utah on his social media feed, but DNR confirmed that over the course of two days the president’s son bagged two kills that many would consider once-in-a-lifetime hunts — a bear on May 18 and a cougar on May 19, 2018.
Charging documents allege Lemon’s outfitters illegally used bait on the bear shot by Trump Jr. According to the document, a witness identified Lemon and his employees during the hunt in May 2018 and was able to identify Lemon over radio traffic, giving instructions to his employees.
The illegal bait, “a pile of grain, oil and pastries” was discovered with a trail camera pointed right on it with “WLH” (for Wade Lemon Hunting) written on the side and with Lemon’s own telephone number, according to court documents. The charging documents also include evidence from a subordinate confirming Lemon had him place the bait in the location several weeks before the hunt. […]
Hunting guides who cater to the wealthy elite have a lot at stake in ensuring successful hunts. These companies employ hunters to scout woods, deserts, mountains and plains for the biggest game, to ensure these high-profile clients have the highest chance for a successful hunt. According to DNR, Wade Lemon Hunting has been investigated eight times for allegedly breaking the law to ensure a successful hunt, though he was not charged with a felony until Tuesday.
Laws are broken, animals are slaughtered. It’s a rich “man’s” sport. A real man wouldn’t need to pay big money for people to stage these killing rituals, which is all they are. This is not hunting. This is not noble in any way, shape, or form. This is for sickos with cash to get some jollies.
Junior’s so called sport is as phony and make believe as everything else in Junior’s life. He’s not the big outdoorsman, Bwana the great hunter. He’s a wimp with a wallet and the wallet has enough cash in it to buy the illusion of hunting. That’s it. It’s Disneyland, only you get to kill something.
And at the end of the day, it’s all on Daddy’s dime, again, like everything in Junior’s life.
What a loser.
Lock them up!
GDMFAH. I hate reading this. People who can do that to animals really have no empathy or care for humans either.
I haven’t hunted for years now, or fished for that matter for even longer. But I grew up hunting. Actual hunting. Standing in chest waders in near freezing water (and boy it was “fun” if waders sprung a leak – say on ice forming on the surface) for forty-five minutes before the sun came up (and often two or more hours after until we got our limit) hunting ducks. I actually as a kid hunted only rabbits and sqirrels with my dad (who taught me) but once he could no longer boonie stomp I stopped because I never cared for rabbit meat, and squirrels were (for me) only good for making broth to cook certain things in. Ducks (or geese) that weren’t eaten right away went into the freezer. As with fish, I ate the game I killed. When I met my ex-wife I started hunting deer for the first time. Frankly I was appalled at how they deer hunted in south central Virginia, using dogs to run deer out into the open and shooting them while on a dead run. I chose to actually hunt – find a likely spot deep in the woods and wait, or a patch where a sly buck might be holed up and ever so slowly make my way through thick cover to spot them. It was challenging, and again I often froze my butt off. Not to mention the work of getting the carcass from where I killed the deer to a road where it could be loaded onto a truck to take to the “clubhouse” for butchering. That was serious physical effort. But the point is that I challenged myself physically, and matched wits with the game I hunted. The best week of deer hunting I ever had I didn’t even get a deer! But I had a favorite spot on a finger of land next to a creek that effectively a tree stand. That summer about thirty acres of woods across the creek had been clear cut, which if you don’t know makes for an ideal deer hunting spot.
Somewhere in the morning while scanning that area with binoculars (the woods behind and to my left were so dense I could hear any animal moving through them) I saw some movement. Eventually a doe emerged and walked quickly across open ground to a pile of brush. After a while she went back and emerged with two fawns. Over time she made her way to yet another pile of brush and went back for the fawns after deciding things were safe. This happened several more times before they got to the creek. Once there she took her time, trying to determine if there was any danger and was skittish because of the faint sound of dogs running a deer but it was all far away. She drank her fill from the creek, went back to the brush and then the fawns did before they all crossed. She then led them up the draw to my left and into the heavy, dense patch of woods. They passed less than fifteen feet from me! Even had it been doe season I wouldn’t have killed her. Not with fawns in her care. I wouldn’t have even if she’d been alone. I’d blended myself in so well that despite what turned out to be over three hours of searching for danger, especially the type I was I “beat” her. That was better than any venison I could put on my table!
THAT my friends is hunting. A true hunter engages in the actual challenges of finding game, and working to get a clean shot. And eats what they kill. People who do what Junior did (and still does) are beneath contempt. He would cry like a five year old who had his lunch money taken by a bully if he had to spend even a half-hour engaged in the type of hunting I used to do.
Yes, some types of hunting require guides. In Africa even with a good guide so-called trophy hunting can get a person killed, or maimed. And shit goes wrong in the bush, as it does in Alaska or out west in the mountains. Unless you really, and I mean really are an accomplished outdoorsman, know your shit and are properly equipped you can wind up dead. That’s why in Alaska those from “outside” are actually required to have a certified (by the state) guide to get a big game permit and head out into the wild.
But those who hunt on preserves? They are NOT hunters in any sense of the word. They are cruel killers and nothing more. It must pain them that when they measure they find their dick didn’t get the least bit bigger!
It’s like the “hunting ranches” in Texas, where the animals are released just before the hunters get there. It isn’t hunting.