I want a (well-trained) dog

This afternoon as Neemes and I were making our way down the wooded path that is our routine, a number of unusual events transpired. We startled a red tailed hawk away from dinner: s squirrel that was still breathing. We came across a hunter with a crossbow, with whom I startlingly struck up a conversation (to make sure he saw my dog, and that my dog was a dog) and then found myself both trying to extract information and exude authority, as he was doing the same. I'm not sure I'm allowed back there, whether it's private property, and apparently neither is Chuck (we did exchange names). He claimed (after asking if I worked for Runyan--Phila. Eagle whose property we were bordering on) when I said I was a neighbor, that Runyan had given him exclusive rights to hunt there. I wrote down his plate number when I came back to our street, and he was gone before the police could swing by to check things out. But goes without saying that Nemo will be sporting his new cow bell and a neon harness from now on. I don't care if Chuck is, as he claims, only out there at dusk. The crossbow scared the hell out of me.