I stopped by Pillsbury Crossing near Manhattan on a frosty morning last week to see how the freeze affected the waterfalls. And it wasn’t disappointing. Moving water flowed over the rock bed as always, but where secondary rivulets dripped and froze, icicles bejeweled the scenic wonder. It was a magic place in the cold morning air.
And then I saw the spoiler. Someone had callously chosen this unique place for target practice. With orange clay rocks and shotguns, the clear shallow water and natural theatre was used as a gun range.
Broken clay rocks littered the area, and even the 12-guage empty shells were left where they settled. It wasn’t enough to desecrate the area above the falls. More of the same was found downstream.
This was more than idiocy. It was a statement against man and nature. True, some future flood will wash it all downstream, cleaning it up. But it’s sad to think that someone took pleasure in temporarily trashing one of the area’s most beautiful places.
As a hunter and a sport shooter, I’m ashamed of this visual association with what I and many responsible gunners enjoy. Trust me, the offenders don't belong with us.