By Lisa Loucks Christenson
January 01, 2019
Today I went back to work on my Struggling for Existence Documentary. This is a story told from personal observations that shares wildlife facing their challenges to live, their interactions with each other, how they cope through the seasons, man vs. nature, ethical and illegal trapping, poachers, baiting, illegal hunting and fishing. It's a documentary that I've been working on since 2005, starting with my first gift of a powder blue bullet shell casing, and over time, at least another one hundred strategically placed spent shells and bullets, countless recordings of guns going off within feet of me, weird men lingering around my vehicles, and worse. The game seemed to be to get me to report the strange incidents, discredit me in every way possible. I guess it worked, but I stand, still, knowing God saw it all.
The shells were propped in front of my daily stops, interfering with, and changing the shots I took daily on my Walk the Burn documentary. Placed as a marker, usually before they cut the