We tried to make a pet out of one when we were kids. Cute and would follow us around the yard. But it would want to cuddle. Use your imagination on how that worked out. It would walk across the floor and leave a trail of quills. Made the rug impassable when walked on barefoot. We finally repatriated it to nature. Porcupines are the enemy in eastern Montana. They will girdle the few trees that grow along creek bottoms and kill them. Mostly open season on quill pigs.
One of the few creatures for which I can't think of a single good thing other than elimination. They always girdle the best trees, eat hoses, destroy sheds, and are terror for our dogs. Tough buggers - I've put a 20 gauge load up one 10' up a tree and it still held on. Another was shot through the ears and was still moving his legs 20 minutes later.
The influx of porcupines in our area. When I was a kid there was always the very rare occassional one that happened thru the area. Usually in the western end of this county. But they are everywhere here now. Have three that are regular visitors to one of my feeders about 1:30 of a morning. Cousin over the hill, his old deaf and almost blind blue lacey got tangled up with one in the yard about 3 weeks ago. They are a shoot upon site animal here. All I need is for one to get in the yard with these damn "special needs" dogs we have 🤣🤣🤣🤣
We always saw them out west in the Pecos country and naturally up at the Colorado ranch.
Was headed to the old place other day east of Austin and there were four dead ones on the hwy almost in the city limits of the great whore. Maybe within 10 miles of roadway. They seem to be taking the place of dead armadillos on the road. Neither of which really bothers me.
Just my rambling this morning.
An apt analogy. Kind of makes you not want to look back at it when leaving.
Used to be a regular thing here in the PNW with a bounty offered as a protection mechanism for young timber plantations. A 50-year ago note in our local paper mentions a kid claiming $150 at 50¢ apiece in a single year. Down on one of our refuges one could see 4 or 5 passing the day up in the forks of one of our large but rare cottonwoods. Roadkill was common as were livestock and dog run ins. Many brained everyone they saw on sight. Trout fishing late into an evening, I once vacated the trail out and waded the river, as I nearly stumbled into 2 or 3 walking out in the tall weedy vegetation. Seems odd they've not made it down into the southeastern forest. Could be oak is a bit tough on the teeth.
They were equally common in the mostly conifer timber and out in our sagebrush deserts. I've only seen two in the last decade. One roadkill and one making a successful crossing. An amorous pair emit a huge repertoire of sounds often baffling to those unfamiliar with their character.
They also seem to be salt starved, and one finds sheet metal boxes near remote cow camps and such as a protective shelter for sweat infused horse tack and salt blocks. They're often quite fond of some of the glues used in plywood too, so they'll gnaw off surface layers to get at the goodies beneath.
During long ago graduate school days, I stopped to visit a buddy, and his wife had a dead one on the kitchen table meticulously removing hundreds of quills and sorting them by size and color. Seems tribal folk would pay serious bucks for well-matched sets. Quite noticeable and attractive on their dress ups at their annual pow wows and a strip of hide with that long hair makes a neat mohawk. Haven't tried the hair for fly tying, but I think it would make some dandy streamers for pike and muskie.
Even though we've had a couple dog run ins, we don't personally have it in for them. Not much of a sporting kill, and they're never looking for a fight, so they get a pass when we're out and about. Unlike skunks and raccoons, they don't come in looking to toss camp after we hit the sack. We just get out the Leatherman, tell the dog to sit, and go to work. If I lived in NY though, I'd maybe work up a nice porcupine coat to wear on those crowded subways.
Something in the woods though is extremely adept at taking them on. I once found a fresh hide turned inside out beside a cattle trail and not a sign of any other remains. Don't know if it was a cat, bear, wolverine or what, but something certainly did a surgical class job of skinning the animal and packing off the remains.
As to numbers, I guess some things just wax and wane. Lived here for 10 years before seeing my first skunk in 1992. I asked the local historians about them with responses being they were common into the early 1970's and then disappeared.
Early 1980's we had a jack rabbit explosion. Everything green was consumed, haystacks were undercut and toppled, and one would see a dozen or so running the streets in town when coming out of the movie theater. Out in the desert, one could do a brick of 22LR's in a day without ever moving, and we had hawks and eagles to no end throughout the winter. Now I see about 2 jacks a year and that's with thousands of highway/byway miles and weeks in the bush.
Tough to get a decent porcuie picture, as they mostly want to display their south end.
Was surprised to see them in the Palouse in E WA. Not many trees up that way in places. Odd to see them walking along a road surrounded by wheat fields.
Was walking along a hillside in NE PA, near a quarry of sorts. Heard weird noises coming from over the edge. Peeked over, there was a couple in a tree top making like this. Weird sounds to hear in the woods
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Quillwork is waaaaaaay beyond my level of aptitude and ability. It is not easy work! One of the reasons it fell out of vogue with the introduction of glass trade beads. It hung on a while. And you see a mixture of both arts on many items. But beads eventually took over.
My hat is off to those who still do quillwork. My lady friend has a quilled scissor pouch that is to be worn around the neck. Very nice work.
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Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Interesting that you mention this. Years ago I found a dead one over by Sandy on my wife's old family place. No one believed me and thought I was a crazy yankee until I came back with quills. Now they are somewhat regular there.
Interesting that you mention this. Years ago I found a dead one over by Sandy on my wife's old family place. No one believed me and thought I was a crazy yankee until I came back with quills. Now they are somewhat regular there.
Yup! They are all over the place. Sandy (Blanco county) is full of em.
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."